Salacious Salsa - 1032 - Current Version
Triumphant cries, thighs quivering, maid Sets
Instincts free, sheds walls, lips wed lips. Ace,
M. thus finds lust must undermine mind's Lace
Enchantment's state of grace thus soon Abets
Feelings' flood, l[e]ave cold old mental Corsets.
Orgasmic flood breaks down dammed Interface.
Responsive senses swoon. reel none Outpace
Claims sweet contentment previously Unmet.
Heart throbs, won, sated, shuns wraith Silhouette,
Answers thrills. Fulfillment still leaves Space.
No flesh stays uncaressed, embraced Apace.
Gleeful, freely she shares spring song, Lets
Exciting dance advance, spurs on joy's Sighs.
TIME FOR CHANGE as heart with head Allies.
(21 October 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Salacious Salsa - 1032 - Initial Version
The sighs shake thighs a-quiver as she Sets
In place tight zip, slight trace on lip, an Ace!
Mind stimulation finds - each jet boot Lace
Emphasizes grace, not size, Abets
Form and style while no vile Cigarettes
Offend the eye. True values Interface
Right well with radiation few Outface.
Charm sparkles bright with light elsewhere Unmet.
Here soft delight, seduction's Silhouette,
Adored seems as dreams link with life, leave Space
Now karma know, glow, flow, embrace Apace.
Glad soul grows whole, emancipated, Lets
Enthusiasm rise to greet sweet Skies:
TIME FOR CHANGE as heart with head Allies.
(16 May 2004)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Would You Know?
Would you know the kind of maid
Sets my heart a flame-a?
Eyes must be downcast and staid,
Cheeks must flush for shame-a!
She may neither dance nor sing,
But, demure in everything,
Hang her head in modest way
With pouting lips that seem to say,
"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a flame-a!
When a maid is bold and gay
With a tongue goes clang-a,
Flaunting it in brave array,
Maiden may go hang-a!
Sunflower gay and hollyhock
Never shall my garden stock;
Mine the blushing rose of May,
With pouting lips that seem to say
"Oh, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die for shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a flame-a!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Lets Dance
Lets dance
Lets dance
Lets dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Lets dance, to the song theyre playin on the radio
Lets sway, while colour lights up your face
Lets sway, sway through the crowd to an empty space
If you say run, Ill run with you
And if you say hide, well hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower
Lets dance
Lets dance
Lets dance, for fear your grace should fall
Lets dance, for fear tonight is all
Lets sway, you could look into my eyes
Lets sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight
And if you say run, Ill run with you
And if you say hide, well hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower
Lets dance
Lets dance
Lets dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Lets dance, to the song were playing
Lets sway
Lets sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight
Lets dance
Lets
Lets
Lets
Lets sway
Lets
Lets dance lets dance lets dance lets dance lets dance
Lets dance
Lets sway
Lets sway
Lets dance lets dance lets dance lets dance lets dance
Lets dance
Lets dance
song performed by by David Bowie
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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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The Grey Tide
The cold green rocks and lapping waves
Are all my world as here I sit
With downcast eye and heart that craves
The bush and blue sky over it.
The tide of years is washing by,
The misty water drifts between
A soul with wings that may not fly
And shadowy realms that might have been.
Too late, too late, alas, I know
The track that winds by shining leaves
From where the flood reflects, below,
The greyness of the heart that grieves.
Another yet may tread the way,
And offer at that hidden shrine
His gift of rolled and twisted clay,
And set his lips to holy wine.
Another yet may tinge the flame
Upon that altar blue or red,
And freely call upon Her name,
And taste at will the blessed bread.
The waves are grey about the rocks,
A cold wind sets across the sea,
A travelling ray of sunlight mocks
The shadow on the heart of me.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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A joyful death in life
There is, it’s said, a state of joyful death,
known to the wise; and this, more realised
than that cessation of our mortal breath
beyond experience; only surmised;
a ‘death’ that’s not an end, but life anew;
a death that leaves no space where to be sad;
that leaves no time for guilt, regret or rue
but sets us free to know ourselves, and glad;
quite free of ‘past’ and ‘ future’ in the mind,
a life entirely of the moment’s grace;
the present taking care of what’s designed
to teach the lessons which our soul must face;
consciousness then grows apace; and when
the ego dies – there’s no more dying then..
[with acknowledgements to Eckhart Tolle's 'The Power of Now']
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Winter Dream
The winter sun stays shy and hidden
Behind fleecy woollen pillows
Foot sinks into silky coolness
Of a black glittering meadow
Striding towards the distant canvas
Of a line that is drawn
Lifts her to a special place
Young Energy reborn
Inhaling all the salted earth
Sensual to her soul
Brushed strokes of
Curved carved glass
Rush to take the shore
Senses succumb to feelings
Contentment and peace
Standing still to behold it all
Magnificent and free
Mind is responsive
of course she knows the score
Created from artistry
brimming Colours galore
In silence she continues on
her walk in silent rapport
As the sun has sneaked in
to warm her heart
abundantly Adore..
poem by Littlewing28 Space
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O’ You My Luminescent Lips
O’ YOU MY LUMINISCNT LIPS
esspeecee …15.06.09.
With your swinging lips
Together will go for
Virgin dating
In hanging garden of Babylon.
With your nimble lips
Together will go for
Topsy-turvy rafting
In river Amazon.
With you ‘bee-stung’ bold lips
Together will go for
Enjoying redness
In setting sun on ocean.
With your pale lips
Together will go for
Dehydrating delight
In desert Sahara.
With you ‘dead-as-cold’ lips
Together will go for
Frigid, frosty fusion
On the summit of sage Himalayas.
With your streamy lips
Together will go for
Serene canoe sailing
In the river Satadru.
With your quivering lips
Together will go for
Gleeful gliding
In vast space.
With your wet lips
Together will go for
Delighting dousing dive
In bottomless Atlantic.
With your fluttering lips
Together will go for
Stupid soliloquizing
In undiscovered isle.
With your acrobatic lips
Together will go for
Glib and gracile floor exercise
In gymnastic arena of Olympics.
With your arid lips
Together will go for
Imbibing moisture
From Nigeria Falls.
With your fatigued lips
Together will go for
A sheer Sabbath in
‘Palace on wheels’ of Rajasthan.
With your creeping lips
Together will go for conversation
With tender grass carpet
In effeminate dawn.
With your aggressive lips
Together will go for a chill out in
Electrifying samba duo
In discotheque hang out.
My psychic sojourns
With your lips are: Over.
I’ll reflect beams of lights
From my prismatic eyes
On your irresistible lips
For dance of colorful rainbow.
O’ You my Luminescent Lips.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Little Cowboys Cry
(monte thomas)
Theres a little boy on his knees beside his bed
With a cowboy hat upon his bowed head
Tryin to keep the tears in his eyes
And his heart breaks as the little cowboy cries
As the cowboy cries
He says God forgive me please
I didnt want my daddy to leave
And I promise to be good this time
But his heart breaks as the little cowboy cries
Theres another heart in pain outside his door
His momma heard him cry as she walked the floor
Her love for his daddy has died
And her heart breaks as her little cowboy cries
As her cowboy cries
She says God forgive me please
I know I made him leave
But the pain will go away in time
But her heart breaks as her little cowboy cries
In a smoky little bar way downtown
His daddy is drinkin whiskey down
Tryin to kill the pain he feels inside
And his heart breaks as his little cowboy cries
And his cowboy cries
He says God forgive me please
I know I had to leave
Things havent been good for a long, long time
And his heart breaks as his little cowboy cries
As his cowboy cries
As his cowboy cries
As his cowboy cries
As his cowboy cries
As the cowboy cries
As the cowboy cries
As the cowboy cries
As the cowboy cries
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Her Song
Can you hear how she sings her song
and how it contents her so?
Can you tell when she sings it
where it has her go?
No, I think only she can say
as it takes her to a place
beyond this world, beyond this time
to somewhere out in space.
There she finds the comfort
that her soul is searching for.
There she finds the enchantment
that her fingers are aching for.
That's why each day she sings her song.
It's a transport for her mind.
For without her song she would always be
in a place her heart can't find.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Dance
Dance!
When you get the chance.
It's okay to pat your feet.
And sway as you move,
To the rhythmic beat.
Dance!
Enhance your prancing,
By letting loose.
Get up and shake that butt.
Give all those excuses up!
Wave your hands and feel free to do it.
Remove those restrictions with thoughts deluded.
What is there to prove if you don't or do?
Improve your health and state of mind too!
Tighten up those muscles in that sagging behind...
And,
Dance!
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance!
From your head down to your feet.
Dance!
Get rid of those excuses you keep.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance!
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance!
From your head down to your feet.
Dance!
Get rid of those excuses you keep.
And...
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance!
Wave your hands and feel free to do it.
Remove those restrictions with thoughts deluded.
What is there to prove if you don't or do?
Improve your health and state of mind too!
Tighten up those muscles in that sagging behind...
And dance.
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance!
From your head down to your feet.
Dance!
Get rid of those excuses you keep.
And...
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance!
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance.
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance.
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
And keep on dancing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Song
There is a song in my head.
It won't allow me to rest.
I still feel the melody playing in my breast.
The melody, the memory of your touch.
The harmony, the joy of my thighs and my lips,
As we welcomed you.
There is no music; I long for you,
Our dance and the movement of your hips.
The taste of you still lingers on the tip of my tongue.
We both sung this our beautiful song.
The senses have not forgotten you.
The song in my head, its like none I have heard.
It needs the music, that only you can play,
Gently on my back with your finger tips
Oh please give me peace.
Let us sing this song, I long for release.
There is a song in my head….
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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Lets Dance
Live duet with david bowie
(d. bowie, j. lee)
Producer: terry britten
Albums: live in europe (88)
Hey baby, wont you take a chance?
If you wanna, you can have a dance
Lets dance, lets dance
Do the twist and shout, mashed potato too
Any old dance that you wanna do
Lets dance, lets dance
Hey baby, now youre all alone
Hey baby, let me walk you home
Lets dance, lets dance
Do the twist and shout, mashed potato too
Any old dance that you wanna do
Lets dance, lets dance
Lets dance
Put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Lets dance
Dance to the song theyre playing on the radio
Lets sway
While colour lights up your face
Lets sway
Sway through the crowd to an empty space
If you say run, Ill run with you
If you say hide, well hide
Watch my love for you
It would break my heart in two
If you should fall into my arms
And tremble like a flower
Lets dance
Lets dance
Lets dance, lets dance
Lets dance, lets dance
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Song Approaches New Grace
SONG APPROACHES NEW GRACE
Song Approaches New Grace Through One Mission Accomplished. Magic Aim Unites Dreams, Empathy, Contentment
SONG which both strong and tender tries to be
APPROACHES sonnet sequence with a smile,
NEW robes for old shakespearian dons awhile,
GRACE praising to her face eternally
THROUGH lines which many levels twine, - yet free
ONE message steady signs, resists time's trial -
MISSION meant to fertilize hope's phial,
ACCOMPLISHED over all add_verse_city.
MAGIC pen, when granted liberty,
AIM guides flame to fruition, free from guile,
UNITES both heart and head with simple style.
DREAMS ideal rejoin reality,
EMPATHY sinks need for thought yet feeds
CONTENTMENT, joy, restranding Shakespeare’s seeds…
? 2001 revised 27 September 2008
robi03_0964_shak01_0000 AQS_IXX
see below for alternative 5 final lines
ALLY heart, and head to reconcile
UNLIMITED, and multi-modal style,
DANCE and inner glance with chance to free
ENDLESSLY dream is our care, to key
LIGHT flight restranding Shakespeare versatile.
Song Approaches New Grace poem (c) Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Free Verse
Simply the mind can not be idle
And it kicks the heart bullying
The heart cries, the mind giggles
And the mind starts singing
In all tones in all colours of lexicon
Stunned heart mutes its cry
And the mind and the heart both sing
Freely freely free verses
poem by Indira Renganathan
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And There Goes My Mind
Can I ask you to leave please?
You're making it difficult to breathe
Not that I would tell you the reason
I believe my heart is committing treason
I think space would be much appreciated
I don't care what is ‘luck' and what is ‘fated'
But I would love a little warning next time
So I can try to read your thoughts and collect mine
Can I ask you to stop looking into my eyes?
I'm a bit worried that my heart is making ties
I don't mean to seem skittish and afraid
But you seem to make my walls slowly fade
It's not that I don't want to dance with you
It's just that this sort of feelings a bit new
The closer you get the worse my heart screams
And I'm a bit confused to what the feelings mean
So as much as I would love to see your moves
I think the way my thoughts are turning just proves
That you have a terrible effect on my mind
So please stop smiling like I'm a rare find
Ok then don't listen to what I say
Just keep smiling and getting your own way
Happy now? You had you ‘way too close for comfort' dance
Against you did I even stand a chance?
I think I'll take that as no
Because that kiss was such a low blow
How am I meant to resist when your lips are like a drug?
Well I have to admit, I think my graves just been dug
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Individual Insolence - His P[l]ace is Precious - 0189 - Current Version
Spendthrift, swift second thoughts so greedy glide,
dovetail decades to centuries for waiting dead,
so few of whom dare seek inside
true soul; seed weeded, cower stillborn once hour's sped.
Who falter, hesitate, or hide,
issues undermine, gratuitously misread,
dodge deadlines, ostrich imitate, divide
themselves from future freedom: futile chicken-head.
Priorities with force collide
with weal's wheels steel inlaid, braid geometric tread
when feelings, mind, can't co-incide.
Run coach and horses through approach to safety wed.
Turn from temptations of soft ride
along straight road of safety, comfort, ease, well fed,
that shutters, clutter free, outside;
walls off, denies, discomfort, challenge, when all's said.
When oligarchies petrified
pay off panhandling populace with circus bread,
repression's often found allied
with intolerance, oversight unbiased shed.
Voice stifled, choice requalified
by hierarchies restrictive, equity ousted,
iconoclasts disqualified.
Monopolistic int'rests top/down hammerhead
humanity, termed thorn in side.
Justice is often misapplied by state control ghost hosted.
Distrust that moment when the tide
of Fortune, at the flood, entwines in fickle thread,
enticing, sickled Time at side,
man with her siren song: by lust, ambitions, led.
Beware all those who'd hitch their ride,
queue jump at the expense of others, snatch board, bed,
by selfishness unjustified
stirred, careless of accounts to render overhead.
Whate'er the reasons that decide
the insolence of the individual; bled
by fears, or blessed by wisdom wide,
or, hope denied, twisting in heat fond heart or head,
his place is precious. Don't deride
the diff'rences that oft divide his awkward tread
from those who, superficial, slide
through life, - those most behind who think themselves ahead!
(4 October 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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October Girl
I married an October girl
but met her in December's cold,
I remember well
that winter of our meeting
you could not say that it was swell
that frosty first time greeting.
I saw her a second time
October in the spring
when light shone from her face
and joined with my light within;
she blew a gentle breeze
with freshness in her haste
to meet again the man
who previously in December
she had not seemed
so keen to chase.
She blew into my life in spring
through summer and the fall
and swirled around the boughs
of my many outreaching branches,
until she bared me of all the leaves
I'd grown throughout my life
and pointed to the roots of me
that held me strong in strife.
October is a blustery girl
with many winds of change
sometimes with an angry squall
that bares wintered teeth
with lightening storms of rage,
but I never did meet a girl
with such a warm embrace.
I married that October girl
we married in the spring
and as I wait to see
what summer's breeze may bring
I know that October's girl
will shine her light within
as I soar up so very high
upon October's wind.
poem by David Taylor
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Hesterna Rosa
When a girl's fancy flutters to a man,
It is but as a bird that flies and cries;
She has a winged thing's April memories
Of sunshine, and the morning Spring began.
Love at her heart, importuning a tryst,
Finds in her senses little heed of it;
But her bright lips most girlishly admit
The simple homeliness of being kissed.
Kiss and be friends, or, when the kissing closes,
Part, as we were together, merely friends;
Why should we weep because the summer ends,
And some sweet moments ended with the roses?
poem by Arthur Symons
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Jayne's Joy
Jayne's joy, 'tis plain, drips passion through [th]ink's pen
Alluring and so 'in_time_mate' to me,
Youth rediscovered fountains forth again.
Never sated, sensitivity,
Expects attention thrilling to the core,
Joining sparks to larks' song, heart inflamed,
Awakening which sees fair spirit soar,
Yearns for fulfillment ever more unblamed.
Neat syllables as const[on]ant raindrops fall,
Endless outpouring salivating sheet,
Just phrase ideal spontaneous, on call,
Arrives exciting heart which feels its heat.
Yet none deny perfection's rhyming dance,
NEar, far, the same are, wor[l]ds unfold, advance.
Author notes
© Jonathan Robin written 3 November 2008 Acrostic Sonnet rendering of:
My Pen Is My Lover
My pen is my lover; so passionate
So intimate and alluring to me
Reaching deep inside to touch my being
Never satisfied with the love I give
Constantly requiring attention
Awakening my intimate core
My mind becomes obsessive and inflamed
Then my heart longs and yearns for fulfillment
Words and thoughts fall out of me like raindrops
They splatter on the paper before me
My brain searches for the right expression
My heart then exquisitely responding
Syllables are counted to perfection
The poem pours forth like a gypsy dance
I kiss the page where all the words unfold
My lover is worth more to me than gold.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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