After Someone Special Enters
Proposals to dance.
And romance snuggled up close,
Under warm blankets.
Sipping hot chocolate,
Topped with fire roasted marshmellows...
Sounds inviting.
All of it sounds great.
Now if I can just find someone,
Willing to share my delusions...
To communicate much more than this,
When the reality of a chemistry hits...
After someone special enters my life,
With a wanting to nibble each other's lips.
And not a minute of it is felt to be sacrificial.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Laughter
So that's what it sounds like.
True Laughter.
I don't hear it that often.
Even when I do, it's quickly silenced,
usually by someone to afraid to let their guard down.
It sounds like running through the rain,
hands locked with friends that embrace who you are.
The friends that see through the stranger
that sometimes takes your place.
They don't even realize he's there
because truthfully,
he's not.
It sounds like tripping down memory lane,
reminiscing and smiling at awkward photos.
It sounds like talking to an old mentor that hasn't changed.
You show up on their doorstep two years late for class
and they still welcome you in.
It sounds like hot soup eaten in cold clothes;
sipping hot chocolate while watching
video tapes of an old friendship.
You smile and laugh,
because it was there and you had forgotten it existed.
Soon everyone's laughing because it was
and it is.
Then you realize
it always will be.
Huh
So that's what it sounds like.
True Laughter.
poem by Cary Kelly
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Wrapped In Chocolate
I love the way the chocolate taste when enter into my mouth.
It covers my body with silkiness around my temple.
This chocolate feels warm when it enters into the body.
I feel the chocolate stirring up inside.
Causing my body to shiver.
This chocolate doesn’t melt in your mouth it because harden.
It strengthens the deeper goes and it grows.
The chocolate wraps me with whites of cream I ever seen.
I don’t want to share my chocolate.
I have become enchanted with the way this chocolate makes me feel.
This chocolate it’s made for one.
That one is I…
poem by Ms. Anika Martinez
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A View To Kill
Meeting you with a view to a kill
Face to faces, secret places, feel the chill
Night fall covers me
But you know the plans I'm making
Still overseas,
Could it be the whole lot opening wide
A sacred why
A mystery gaping inside
A week is why
Until we dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
The choice for you is the view to a kill
Between the shades assacination standing still
First crystal tears,
Fallen of snowflakes on your body
First time in years
To drench you skin of lover's rosy stain
A chance to find the phoenix for the flame
A chance to die
But can we dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
When all we see is the view to a kill
song performed by by Duran Duran
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Passions Heat
A warm inviting fire
Incense burning sweet
Come to me my darling
For a night of passion, heat
Join me on the floor
Where fluffy pillows surround
Crackling pops from the fire
Break silence, and give sound
No words tonight exchanged
Yet heart on heart we speak
Resound judgement spills
Fragrance of lovers leak
Sweet kisses smoother skin
Lips quiver a mating dance
Moistened mouths connect
In Lust, love and romance
A warm inviting fire
Incense burning sweet
Come to me my darling
For a night of passion, heat
Copyright 2007 W. Bureau
poem by Wendy Bureau
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A View To A Kill
(words and music duran duran and john barry)
Meeting you, with a view to a kill
Face to face in secret places, feel the chill.
Night fall covers me, but you know the plans Im making,
Still oversea, could it be the whole world opening wide
A sacred why? , a mystery gaping inside
The weekends why?
Until we dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire,
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire,
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire.....
Choice for you, is the view to a kill
Between the shades, assination standing still.
The first crystal tears, fall as snowflakes on your body
First time in years, to drench you skin with lovers rosy stain
A chance to find the phoenix for the flame,
A chance to die..
But can we dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
When all we see.. is the view to a kill
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Blue Red And Grey
Some people seem so obsessed with the morning
Get up early just to watch the sunrise
Some people like it more when there's fire in the sky
Worship the sun when it's high
Some people go for those sultry evenings
Sipping cocktails in the blue, red, and grey
But I like every minute of the day
I like every second
So long as you are on my mind
Every moment has its special charm
It's all right when you're around, rain or shine
I know a crowd who only lives after midnight
Their faces always seem so pale
And then there's friends of mine who must have sunlight
They say a suntan never fails
I know I was a man who works the night shift
Hes lucky to get a job and some pay
And I like every minute of the day
I dig every second
I can laugh in the snow and rain
I get a buzz from being cold and wet
The pleasure seems to balance out the pain
And so you see that I'm completely crazy
I even shun the south of France
The people on my hill they say I'm lazy
But when they sleep I sing and dance
Some people have to have the sultry evenings
Sipping cocktails in the blue, red and grey
But I like every minute of the day
I like every minute, of the day.
song performed by by Who
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Minute By Minute (Dobbie Brothers)
(Michael McDonaldLester Abrams)
Hey, don't worry, I've been lied to
I've been here many times before
Girl, don't you worry, I know where I stand
I don't need this love, I don't need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and you'd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
You will stay just to watch me, darlin'
Wilt away on lies from you
Can't stop the habit of livin' on the run
I take it all for granted like you're the only one
Livin' on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think I'm your fool
Well, you may just be right
'Cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Call my name and I'll be gone
You'll reach out and I won't be there
Just my luck you'll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with someone
Minute by minute by minute by minute
I'll be holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I'll be holding on...
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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You Should Get More Involved
You should get more involved.
'In the doing of what? '
Well...
In the uh...er...uh...hmmm.
The...uh...
'I've already done that.
That's why I've stopped wasting my time.
Now I do something far more satisfying.'
That sounds interesting.
What is it that you do?
'I leave people looking for escapes,
From reality to charade delusions...
Alone.
I find it fits my personality.
And besides...
I got tired of debating on what side,
Of a nonaccepting of a reality I was on!
And the choices remained unchanged.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Prepares the Marshmellows Roasted By These Nutts?
What possibly could be in the mind of someone,
Who says and does things with intent.
And not be prepared to deal with the consequences?
There are those who psychologically maim others.
And expect forgiveness with a forgetting done.
Who prepares the marshmellows roasted by these nutts?
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth...
And what goes around comes back means nothing to them.
And the older they get,
It seems the nitwit in them seeks validation!
What possibly could be in the mind of someone,
Who says and does things with intent.
And not be prepared to deal with the consequences?
Who prepares the marshmellows roasted by these nutts?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Season of Christmas
THE SEASON OF CHRISTMAS
Bright is the season of Christmas
As the snow settles white on the ground.
Frost sparkles rooftops and windows
Icicles dance all around.
Happy, the season of Christmas
As the sounds of good cheer fill the air.
Choirs sing the glad Christmas carols.
Laughter is heard everywhere.
There’s a fire waiting to warm us
As we dash in from the cold.
Trees wanting for tinsel,
Gifts needing bows.
Loving, the season of Christmas
As the folks find a way to be home
Joining the great celebration;
Jesus, the Christ child, is born
poem by Burne White
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Dance To the Key of Life
Holding the strings of vibes
We move to the dance of life.
Dance to the pain of life,
to the joy of reality.
Dance to the song of love,
to the sounds of time.
Move to life up and down.
Dance to the beat inside your soul.
poem by Chelsea DeVries
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Thoughts On The Sounds of Silence
The sounds of silence beacons me.
Like the flight of a bumble bee.
For my life is in a quandary. And I am the one who is confused.
All the noise I here has me transfused.
The constant noise is like a cancerous ooze, someone mused.
All this noise has everyone confused.
I pray to God above to bestow me with the sounds of silence.
All human life is in the balance.
With the sounds of silence I believe peace surrounds us.
About this subject I must confess, I need to access.
I must admit that the sounds of silence is for me.
On the sounds of silence many of us do agree
That peace and love needs to be in great balance.
Without the sounds of silence there would be a major imbalance.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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Sounds Of Reality
You want to sit in silence
just to gather your thoughts,
however you know that something
will shatter that shell apart.
The silence that you crave
will vanish in sounds of reality.
You want to sit without
any outside influence
invading your shell of silence
you have built around yourself.
Sadly the inevitable will happen
and the shell will be shattered.
The sounds of reality
creep into our lives
in those precious moments
when we need to be
alone with our thoughts
and as quiet as can be.
Some don’t understand
the quiet distance others need
and invade it with idle noise
from their chatter to a TV blast
which will shatter your silence shell
with the sounds of reality.
You feel like shouting
get out of my space
and leave me alone,
but then you doubt
if they will understand
and you suffer in the sounds of reality.
24 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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“Sweet Sounds of Joy”
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to hear sweet sounds
Of joy
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to hear momma sing
In her morning voice
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to be in the presence
Of these sounds of joy
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love sweet sounds of joy
poem by Va Rockeya Foy
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The Taste of Chocolate
Valentine’s Day is wonderful ‘cause
Nothing in the world has a taste
Like the flavor of chocolate
Not a tiny morsel you’ll waste
Delicious every second
As in your mouth it melts
You can close your eyes tightly
And heaven will be felt
Wouldn’t it be great
To observe a chocolate factory
I’m sure they’d give out samples
That would be totally satisfactory
Companies are going full blast
To get their products out
For that’s what Valentine’s Day
And romance is all about!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Minute By Minute
Michael mcdonald/lester abrams
Hey, dont worry, Ive been lied to
Ive been here many times before
Girl, dont you worry, I know where I stand
I dont need this love, I dont need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and youd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
You will stay just to watch me, darlin
Wilt away on lies from you
Cant stop the habit of livin on the run
I take it all for granted like youre the only one
Livin on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think Im your fool
Well, you may just be right
cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Call my name and Ill be gone
Youll reach out and I wont be there
Just my luck youll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with someone
Minute by minute by minute by minute
Ill be holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
Ill be holding on...
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How champions are made
Im in the ring
The bell sounds
I throw a punch
We dance around
He moves his fist
I hit the ground
I look through mist
Muffled sounds
Boos and chants
An angry crowd
Continue to dance! ! !
Im up
I throw a punch
We dance around
He moves his fist
I hit the ground
Ruby liquids flow
I try to rise
I move to slow
He kicks me down
A whistle blows
Im pulled up
Continue to dance! !
He throws a punch
We dance around
I move my fist
He hits the ground
I stare down
No sound
The mist is clear
In his eyes
I see my fear
My hate
My distaste
In his features
I see my face
He is me
Whistle blows
I see my chance
I throw my fist
He hits the ground
No more whistle sound
The ref is down
I leave the ring
I am found
The crowd cheers
They dance around
Victorys here! !
A champ is crowned! !
poem by Elias Barcelona
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Wished To Go Away
Meeting you that first time,
Many years ago...
I thought you had it going on.
And you thought the same of me.
At least you told me so.
And immediately I felt a bond.
I 'knew' we had 'something',
To build a relationship.
And that relationship...
Would get stronger,
Since in my heart you belonged.
We were both wrong!
Neither of us had it 'going on'.
What we had were delusions of ideals.
Thinking them to continue.
But reality soon came.
And that reality did not appeal.
The sex was good but the arguments weren't.
Each time we had one,
Feelings we had increasingly got burned.
We both felt we earned a distance.
And from that distance we learned...
Physical attractions only last for so long.
And with no other chemistry there...
What we once felt was going on,
Was wished to go away from us to be gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Romance Bore Seduction
Hand blessed hand, caressed.
A blushing rose, her face;
Her breast alive;
The elfin nose, a diamond set -
A kiss upon perfection
Bore a rise of pulse
To coach a sultry moan
Across a mellow breath of wine.
He knew; he sensed,
And easing loose a clasp of lace,
Another sign of her relenting:
Wild the play of eyes,
A fuller glide of skin;
He felt the now begin -
Her swell, intention in the sigh.
And so to hedge his move upon the cue -
The cry of deep anticipation,
Waxing all he saw -
Tho' not for us to view -
Arrived, emotion raw.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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ChOco-laTe and ME
Grounded cacao, roasted nuts
sweetened and flavored without removing the fats,
dark-brown in color, a beverage or confection
made it hot or cold to any desired preparation.
Hmn...you said, taste of coffee is coming out of your nose
first time I hear from you for a chocolate arouse,
you said, you drink it at day, and coffee at night
aha! two flavors are great than any one's delight!
I can't blame you to sip it with your desirable lips
I made a way to find a chocolate bar for my tongue to get into dip,
and as I savor it's sweetness and play it with my little nips
I can't help to imagine - mixing it with you and have my licks!
Ahhh...so sweet, anyone can't resist
if served cold crushed ice with it in a hot time like this,
but I feel cold while you are in my thoughts as I sip and dip
that is why I ordered for another round of hot chocolate to taste!
Hot or cold, if served on a bed drill
don't spill in every chest fill,
lick it thoroughly so it won't cause such stains
let other mixed juices fill up the sheets to drain!
Ha ha! And as I have thoughts of these, I can't help to bite my lips
unaware that I am licking my own lips as I sip with it,
the owner of the choco bar approached me and said:
' Is that a sign of chocolate satisfaction, tell me, Miss hot G, please? '
poem by InNer WhisPers
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