Don't Want To Be Hindered
It was better when I wasn't your poppa,
Or that old man you would see.
It would be better if we didn't lay naked...
And enjoy our company!
But,
I don't want to be hindered...
About my abilities.
And,
I might need just a little time...
To strike up a little bit of heat!
I like the turning up the heat too.
I like the doing what it is we do.
I like the feeling of the tender touches.
And I like it slow before I stir it up,
But...
I don't want to be hindered,
About my abilities.
And,
I might need just a little time...
To strike up a little bit of heat!
It was better when I wasn't your poppa,
Or that old man you would see.
It would be better if we didn't lay naked...
And enjoy our company!
But,
I don't want to be hindered...
About my abilities.
I like the turning up the heat too.
I like the doing what it is we do.
I like the feeling of the tender touches.
And I like it slow before I stir it up,
But...
I like the turning up the heat too.
I like the doing what it is we do.
I like the feeling of the tender touches.
And I like it slow before I stir it up,
But...
I don't want to be hindered,
About my abilities.
I don't want to be hindered.
Don't want to be hindered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.
Your absence brings me to tears,
At night.
I still reach for you,
In sleepless heat.
Yearning to feel completed.
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All ding dong day and night it seems.
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Hindered and Both Hinged
Hindered by an admittance...
Each avoided,
Yet kept hidden and denied.
This is an attraction...
Felt together inside.
There is a love for one another.
A magnetic bond going on,
Although kept tied at bay!
Screaming in silent desire.
But neither wouldn't!
Nor either couldn't!
Address this affection...
In a tender loving way!
Hindered and both hinged...
By this spectrum of influence held within!
And embraced without confession.
Men...
Among hearts.
Wanting to expose their private parts!
Men...
Keeping silent,
Their feelings gone unshown.
But when they are apart,
This is known.
Men...
Afraid to speak of this 'considered' weakness.
Men wishing to touch,
And kiss each other's lips in secret.
Men...
Deep in a friendship.
And anything beyond that,
Society dismisses.
'Hey, hey, hey...
Enough of that!
Let's talk about something else.
Did you see that game last week? '
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Temperatures Heat Up Slow
Temperatures heat up slow.
Some boil to explode.
Steaming to show outside...
What can no longer hide.
Temperatures heat up slow.
some refuse to let go!
Until it's hard to keep...
A heat that has been released.
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Words aren't there to say what's going on.
Some people make it their business,
To stir up arguments.
And leaving behind them created conflicts.
Temperatures heat up slow.
With a click.
Some boil to explode.
With many clicks.
Steaming to show outside...
Flying fists.
What can no longer hide,
Loud brawled rifts!
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Or sit in calmness to cool rowdy rows.
Some folks will agitate this,
As if it's a gift.
To then give to others...
To glow in what has been bestowed.
To behold what is done,
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With all conflicts growing old!
Much too old to bestow.
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Poppa Rocks
Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way.
Poppa tore it up on the dance floor,
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When poppa use to move and groove,
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Poppa didn't care who stared
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The clock didn't stop!
All night long,
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When he did the 'do' he 'don'
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Poppa's moves are smooth.
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So get out of poppa's way!
You don't know how poppa rocks....
When poppa rocks his way!
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Heat
O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.
Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air--
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.
Cut the heat--
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.
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Boundless Ice
The thinking constructing this wretched tune.
Is the howling towards a shrouded moon.
As a bird soaring tender versus tarnished skies.
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This frost assembled within my heart.
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Please Stop Teasing Poppa
I ain't no bed hopper,
But poppa knows what to do,
In the bed.
I may be older but I smoulder,
And I'll rock your pretty head!
Don't you test me!
When I get turned on,
It wont be for long to feel the heat!
I know you're teasing poppa,
But poppa is the one to please your need!
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But poppa knows what to do,
In the bed.
I may be older but I smoulder,
And I'll rock your pretty head!
Don't you test me!
When I get turned on,
It wont be for long to feel the heat!
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But poppa is the one to please your need!
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When he sleeps!
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Work today, for you know not how much you may be hindered tomorrow.
Turning on the Heat
It seems kind of odd to me
When you have to start
Turning on the heat in August
In the middle of the summer
Is it just a cold snap
Or a precurser of things to come
It just seems so odd to me
Turning on the heat in August
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I am a leader. Leaders always get heat. They're always going against the grain. Jimi Hendrix got heat; Bob Marley got heat; Miles Davis got heat. Every great artist got heat. Heat means you're doing something right.
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Burning Heat
Burning in my heart- burning in my soul
Gotta have it more and more- hot and overloaded
Starving for some fun tonight- always dressed to kill
Dont tell me what I need- I need the thrill indeed
Dont stop me now
Ill run you over- bastard
Get out of my way
I feel mighty great
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Cant you see it coming- stronger than a bull
Get yourself going- youre too easy to beat
Dont forget Im strong- powerful and straight
I can take you on cause I am hard to break
Dont stop me now
Ill run you over- bastard
Get out of my way
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Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
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Burning heat- leads me- burning heat
Burning heat- feeds me- burning heat
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Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- leads me- burning heat
Burning heat- feeds me- burning heat
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Delivering Those Moments
You must of thought I was a fly by night poet.
Someone who regurgitated aches and pains.
And declared that in some poetic verse.
To flow a tear with anger to disperse.
Bursting with bitterness at the seams.
I like to speak my mind historically.
With a probing into the archives.
To undercover a falsity.
Or perhaps some truth that has been hidden.
Since much of that has been smothered in the past.
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With innuendos like being black...
In a white coffee cup!
Or sipping tea with leeches who are corrupt.
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And declared that in some poetic verse.
To flow a tear with anger to disperse.
Or scream from a passion singed in erotic heat!
I can do that if I wished.
But I am not feeling that at this moment.
It is too nice of a day...
To prove I can dazzle with my abilities!
However...
Please do not assume you hide desires,
Of your lust for being teased!
And I...
So enjoy,
Delivering those moments!
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The Feeling I Had
I cannot take the heat
This girls going home
Standing on my own two feet
Standing alone
Im just a little weary of
All the talk and all the buzz
And all I ever wanted was
The feeling I had with us
I cannot take the heat
I guess Im letting go
Im tired of stitching up my dreams with
This thread of hope
Im still a believer of
Twin hearts and timeless love
And all I ever wanted was
The feeling I had with us
All I ever wanted was
The feeling I had with us
The road of life is rugged
Any road you choose
And when I find the other side
Ill look for you
But I cannot take the heat
And so Ill say goodbye
A million things I never said
Didnt even try
cause words are cheap and sometimes cruel
And stuff you hear is seldom true
And all I ever wanted was
The feeling I had with you
Yeah, all I ever wanted was,
The feeling I had with you
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Heat Of Summer, Heated Love.
Summer's heat can swelter and melt...
As summer's heat may simmer as weld.
Some summer's heat can burn as long...
This summer's heat can impel a song.
Summer's heat can cook and bake...
Summer's heat of life can take.
Boil and broil a heart so hot...
A summer's heat can break that romanceful knot.
This heat of summer can smoulder and rot.
Anger's heat, heats up my libido's furnace...
This love of summer can invoke to heart, a loving furnish.
Love of summer brings to mind, a resurgance of love...
Summer's sun may bathe one and all with heat fro' above.
Summer's heat can bring to beaches and swimming pools...
Visions of women in bikinied thongs, these things my eyes do love.
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This ship was a league from us, and some of the men would have taken her, and I would not consent to it, and this Moore said I always hindered them making their fortunes. Was that not the reason I struck him? Was there a mutiny on board?
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Lotus Bud
Go singing in the rain if you like when it comes.
Why be hindered by stiffling society norms?
Delightful freedom jumping in the mud,
Beautiful blossoming Lotus bud.