For Shameless Popularity
That I do not find myself accepted,
By those who have acquired
A false sense of themselves...
Is fine!
I sleep well at night.
And I have a strong appetite,
For life!
To sacrifice the peace of mind I like...
For shameless popularity?
One must be burdened with and carry.
That is something I leave my deeds to do.
Wouldn't you?
If you knew...
You were the possessor,
Of such tremendous talents!
'You are certainly in no need,
Of an ego massage.'
You are right about that!
In fact...
You can massage my neck and back.
I am feeling a bit of tension,
From the affliction of this greatness.
Not to mention the attention...
Not solicited.
But leaves me stressed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave That Noise On The Street
If you want your pains from you,
To go away to stay.
You've got to massage them down.
And give them attention needed.
Massage them done.
And those pains will go away.
If you've got someone who's with you,
And...
A believer!
If you've got someone who's with you,
And...
A believer!
If you've got someone who's with you,
And...
Not uptight.
If you want your pains from you,
To go away to stay...
You've got to massage them down slowly,
Everyday.
You've got to massage them down slowly...
Everyday.
You've got to massage them down slowly...
Without delay.
Muscles in your legs pain,
Everyday.
And the muscles on your back too!
Everyday.
Even the muscles in your neck pain,
Everyday.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Muscles in your legs pain,
Everyday.
And the muscles on your back too!
Everyday.
Even the muscles in your neck pain,
Everyday.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Even the muscles in your neck pain,
Everyday.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
I'll help those pains you've got with muscles,
To go away.
I want you here and near to be relaxed with me...
And leave that noise in the street,
To leave us peacefully.
I want you here and near to be relaxed with me...
And leave that noise in the street,
To leave us peacefully.
I want you here and near to be relaxed with me...
And leave that noise in the street,
To leave us peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street to leave us peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street to leave us peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street to leave us peacefully.
Just leave us, peacefully.
Just leave us, peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Afterglow
feeling myself all of the time
all of the time feeling alright
taking a while raising a smile makes it all worthwhile
but if you wanted to find peace of mind
then you could find it any time you liked
you are the afterglow
feeling my way all of the time
all of the time doing just fine
taking a page out of my life
out of my life wouldn't it be nice
but if you wanted to find peace of mind
then you couldn't find it any time you liked
you are the afterglow
you are the midnight show
the only one i know
you come and then you go
and when you finally leave
you leave nothing for me
song performed by by Travis from The Invisible Band
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A Romantic Night
You come in and sit down while looking around
I tell you don’t be afraid just relax for this is your night
I’ve prepared all day for this one perfect night
Topped with music, food, wine and a flickering candle light
We eat, drink, laugh, and talk just for starters
I began to gaze into your stars stolen from the sky eyes
As you lay in my arms looking up at me in utter surprised
I stand you up and slowly walk you into my room
I began to undress you piece by piece
While the aroma of the room puts you at ease
I tell you to lie down flat on your stomach
Then your fantasy's and fascinations’ begin to run wild
Now I have a strong appetite for your love and I want it now
Yet the moment is not now so I tell myself to slow down
So I begin giving you a full body massage
Not just any massage I mean really caressing your every curve
Tonight I’m your servant and I’m ready to serve
I smell and inhale a deep breath of air from your hair
I slowly and passionfully kiss the back of your neck
As I go down your body, kissing alot and not missing a spot
You moan in acceptance and squirm in the sheets
I roll you over in a burst of excitement and delightment
I admire your body in its full entirety
For a second I pause, A body so beautiful even with flaws
I complete the front of you the same way I did your back
Paying close attention to areas that I need not mention
Your body begins to shiver and I know what that means
So I continue to go at it until you and your body screams
I can feel you blood pulsating as I slowly raise up
You whisper in my ear that you are ready to feel me
I waste no time because I'm ready to feel you to
A lovely feel of wetness and warmth as I slide into you
As we engage in this overwhelming love making
I hope you know my body is yours for the taking
our minds escapes this physical world to a place all of our own
We try all the position our little nympho minds can ponder
We are dripping wet so full of sweat
You have climaxed many of times
Then you tell me your ready for mines
Not wanted this to stop but I feel I have no choice
I feel you shiver and I join in the fun and now were done
Slowly this saga has come to a end
I hold you tight as we drift off to sleep
I tell you I love you and kiss you good night...
Daniel Chapman
poem by Daniel Chapman
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Inter gender massage
A woman can massage a man
Without getting her arousal.
She cannot stop her arousal
If he happened to massage her.
30.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Something So Strong
Love can make you weep
Can make you run for cover
Roots that spread so deep
Bring life to frozen ground
Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today
Turning in my sleep
Love can leave you cold
Taste of jealousy
Is like a lust for gold
Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today
Ive been feeling so much older
Frame me and hang me on the wall
Ive seen you fall into the same trap
This thing is happening to us all
Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today
song performed by by Crowded House
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Ego to Massage
Not a fool to be sidetracked by illusions.
No one I know was raised to praise misgivings,
Or mischief!
Or pretend something was there,
That did not exist.
Or be rattled by gossiped lies.
Here to produce with a caring that is done.
And leave it to benefit.
Not to attract attention from anyone,
By it that sits in its own relevance.
'That'...
If it should come,
Is not the intention that is welcomed.
This journey has no ego to massage,
Or be branded in a class to find as mastered!
That is not the satisfaction...
One seeks to pass that is long to last!
Only one who can deliver to leave,
Comprehends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Me Madly
YOU KNOW YOUR MAKING ME NERVOUS,
I DON'T KNOW IF THE WORLD DESERVES US,
YOUR'E DOING THINGS I WOULDN'T MENTION,
YOU HAVE A HUNGER FOR ATTENTION.
YOU KNOW YOUR'E MAKING ME FRANTIC,
IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE ROMANTIC?
YOUR'E LIKE THE WOMAN OUT OF SPECIES,
I THINK I'M GONNA GO TO PIECES.
YOU NEVER DO RIGHT,
YOUR'E DOING WRONG,
YOU'D BETTER GET BACK WHERE YOU BELONG,
YOU NEVER DO RIGHT,
YOUR'E DOING WRONG
THEN RUNNING TO ME.
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
PLEASE DON'T ALWAYS LOVE ME MADLY,
STAY FOR LIFE OR LEAVE ME SADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO?
YOU KNOW YOUR MAKING ME ANXIOUS,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYBODY BLANKS US,
YOUR LIKE A COCKTAIL SET ATTILA,
A KIND OF HOLYCON GUERILLA,
YOU KNOW I'M HEADING FOR A CRACKUP,
YOUR'E GETTING EVERYBODYS BACK UP,
I'M GETTING READY FOR A FREAKOUT,
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOUR'E RIGHT TO SPEAKOUT?
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN YOU'D RATHER FIGHT,
YOUR READY FOR COMBAT DAY OR NIGHT,
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN,
YOU START THE FIGHT,
THEN RUN BEHIND ME.
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME MADLY?
STAY FOR LIFE OR LEAVE ME SADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO?
I FEEL I'M GETTING RATHER TENSE,
AT THE TURN OF THESE EVENTS,
I WANT TO RUN AWAY AND HIDE,
BUT YOU KEEP DRAGGING ME INSIDE,
I'M TETHERED TO A TRAINEE HELLCAT,
I'M FEELING JEALOUS OF THE DOORMAT,
I'M NEARLY FAINTING WITH THE TENSION,
ONE DAY WE'LL END UP IN DETENTION,
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN YOU'D RATHER FIGHT,
YOUR READY FOR COMBAT DAY OR NIGHT,
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN,
YOU START THE FIGHT,
THEN RUN BEHIND ME.
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME MADLY?
STAY FOR LIFE OR LEAVE ME SADLY,
PLEASE DON'T ALWAYS LOVE ME MADLY,
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME MADLY,
BE MY FRIEND REJECT ME GLADLY,
PLEASE DON'T ALWAYS LOVE ME MADLY,
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
( CONTINUES TILL IT FADES )
song performed by by Human League
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Nothing Else From One Through Nine
Its gotta be love...
When she shows it,
He knows it.
Its gotta be love...
When he shows it,
She knows it!
And nothing else from one through nine.
She knew the man was her's and fine.
And he knew how to blow her mind!
They did it when they did it,
And it was most of the time
Its gotta be love...
When she shows it,
He knows it.
Its gotta be love...
When he shows it,
She know it!
And nothing else from one through nine.
She knew the man was her's and fine.
And he knew how to blow her mind!
They spent a lot of butt naked kitchen time.
And spent their lives loving,
Not whining and crying.
Its gotta be love...
When he's tired,
She's there...
Preparing to massage he's back.
He's feet!
Posterior too,
Then lay upon him to sizzle,
Until a kiss...
Or two meets.
Its gotta be love...
Correctly,
He appears...
When he hears her troubles begin.
He's there like a man.
The man he had been and still is.
Standing confident.
As if heaven sent!
Its gotta be love...
When she shows it,
He knows it.
Its gotta be love...
When he shows it,
She know it!
And nothing else from one through nine.
And nothing else from one through nine.
'Cause none like them had a better time.
Its gotta be love...
And nothing else from one through nine.
'Cause none like them had a better time.
Its gotta be love...
And nothing else from one through nine.
'Cause none like them had a better time.
Its gotta be love...
And nothing else from one through nine.
And nothing else from one through nine.
And nothing else from one through nine.
And nothing else from one through nine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Treated With Sincerity
Old tactics used to finesse from me,
My common sense...
With maneuvers thought to flatter,
A desperate ego.
Especially if the expectation,
Is to actually have such tactics work...
To leave me distracted to massage my own mind.
This approach some may find,
To leave them disappointed.
However...
And I'll share this with emphasis.
Since I am in the mood to confess.
If one is intending to shiver me to see goose bumps,
A simple invitation to my favorite restaurant...
Suggesting I can eat whatever I want,
And not concern myself with paying for it?
Will get me to jump through hoops and do backflips.
And those who know me intimately know the truth of this.
Don't get me wrong!
I can cook and love to do it.
But to be treated with sincerity attached?
What else could there be for me to ask for?
My needs are as basic as they come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Healing Hands
I am a healer.
I have healing hands.
I massage love
back into ailing
heart and soul
of my lover.
Back into the overtired
exhausted broken body
of the one I love.
She came to me
for a moment of peace.
She came to me
for a feeling of security.
She came to me
to laugh and to cry.
She comes to me
to rest restore
the creative harmony
of a unique kindred soul.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Can't Sleep
I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain.
I lie on my left side, then on my right,
But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.
Next, I turn and lie flat on my back,
But, of any sleep, there is still a lack.
I lie there, looking up at the ceiling:
Pretty drained, is how I am feeling.
I wish my system would just slow down,
But, through my mind, thoughts race round.
Feeling restless, I begin to huff and puff:
I know that, in the morning, I'll feel rough.
As a poet, my mind is still really busy rhyming,
But, when I'm trying to sleep, isn't great timing.
To try and get some sleep, I really endeavour,
But the night seems to go on forever and ever.
I am really willing my mind to take a rest,
But, night time is when my mind thinks best.
Over my sleeping patterns, I have no control:
On me, tomorrow, lack of sleep will take its toll.
As I snuggle myself down, under the covers,
My body wants one thing; my mind, another.
When lying in bed, I just want some peace:
I want all of this rhyming, for once, to cease.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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One Day We'll Meet Again
How is life in heaven Ma,
We trust you're doing well,
Back again with your Mum and Dad,
We hope you're feeling swell.
How are all your family Ma,
We pray they're doing fine,
Back together as a family,
I bet that makes you shine.
Is it really true that life is bliss,
When you find your place with God,
What was it like when you met him,
Did you make him feel overawed?
What's life like in Paradise Ma,
Is it beautiful every day,
Does happiness and peace abound
Is it really what they say.
We hope there is a ballroom Ma,
Where you can sing and dance,
Frank Sinatra with his big band sound,
Your spirit that will enhance.
Your sons and their families are doing well,
No need for you to fret,
We'll meet up again when God decides,
It's time that we all met.
It can be lonely here without you Ma,
We miss you all the time,
Memories of you keep us going though,
They truly are sublime.
We knew you weren't feeling well
It was a secret that you kept,
But that was just the way with you,
When you passed your family wept.
If there is any consolation Ma,
It's that you are now at peace,
We knew that when you left us,
Your Earthly pain would cease.
The fact you are in Heaven now,
Does help to ease our pain,
We also have the knowledge that,
‘' One Day We'll Meet Again ''
If the poor overweight jogger only knew how far he had to run to work off the calories in a crust of bread he might find it better in terms of pound per mile to go to a massage parlor.
quote by Christiaan Barnard
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Give Them No Credit
Maybe it is believed,
Those who have achieved success...
Seek attention,
From those of mediocre ambitions?
'That doesn't make sense!
None of it.'
Well...
Perhaps it is perceived,
Their expressions of jealousy and envy...
Will attract those of peace of mind,
To want to be around them all the time.
'That sounds just as sick as your first explanation.'
Then maybe they are just crazed.
And they are given too much attention.
Perhaps you are 'feeling' them with empathy...
Not realizing insanity has already smothered them enough.
And you are trying to find an excuse,
That gives them a purpose for their existence.
'There has to be a reason why God made pests!
Something my mind has not been able to digest! '
You should give your mind a rest.
And give them no credit for being near one.
And leave whatever they are or are not,
Alone!
It is obvious they are attempting to addict you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poem A Day
a poem a day
is a pain in my neck.
and that
is everyday.
and everyday is
also a pain
in my neck.
and my neck
however,
has no mouth
to complain.
i need a massage.
i need a little
pampering.
perhaps a kiss
in my
ass from
an innocent
moral
religious
woman
no, do i have really
to be banal
about my
search for the
holy?
never felt
immaculate
but i will try
not to be vile
and irreverent
to emotions
into the sacrosanct
the righteous
seraphic saintly
sublime self
into the valley of
death
i will still sing my
song.
truly, i must be
in this daily dose
of pain in the neck
poetry
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kiss and make love
Touching lips like a butterfly
Gentle caress, gentle embrace
An endearment lifetime long
Brush the breast like a butterfly
Cuddle so softly with embrace
Endearment felt with a hug
Kiss and snuggle slowly done
Stroke to caress to embrace
Bear hug and brushing lips
Feel and fondle, rub hips
Graze and handle with care
Massage neck and nuzzle
Play around, squeeze, stroke
Hug and kiss, make love
Caress, curl up and enfold
Fondle, huddle and hug
Kiss with love and nestle
Nuzzle snug and soft to touch
Stroking, tasting, touching
Shy away for a moment
Feeling, caressing, fondling
Come together and massage
Brush and caress, collision
Cuddling with a loving touch
poem by Char Pattrick
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Song of Affluence or I Wouldn't Leave My 8Roomed House for You
I wouldn't leave my little 8roomed house for you
I've got one missus and I don't want two
I love you baby but you must understand
That feeling you's fine and kissing you's grand
But I wouldn't leave my little wooden wife for you
Water tastes fine but money tastes sweeter
I'd rather have a fire than a paraffin heater
And
I wouldn't change my little 8roomed life for you.
poem by Adrian Henri
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I think it talks about the fact that there are black people in the world who have tremendous amount of talents and have no channel through which they can those talents.
quote by Joe Morton
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Popularity Bestowed
To declare someone or a thing done,
As popular...
Is a point of view.
Like a fad one embraces,
Until the taste of it is replaced...
By something else considered fresh,
And updated.
In some schools these 'labels' given,
Hold true too.
With a giving of attention...
To a uniqueness that is mentioned.
That others may attempt to replicate.
But when something is determined by some,
To become popular...
Others may perceive that a popularity bestowed,
May go to one's head to marinate to stay.
To carry around without sleep.
With a thought of this believed.
To be accepted as received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Times We Now Live That Takes Away Breaths
In the disarray of these days we now face,
I keep my concentration focused upon my deeds.
And less upon comments made by others,
About me...
My deeds.
And what beliefs about me they whisper,
To others giving them time to listen.
I could only wish people like that...
A less traumatic awakening.
Since I seek the company,
Of those few who are awake.
To mature AND awaken to accept,
The times we now live that takes away breaths...
In a neck breaking speed,
Is here.
And so blessed is the feeling,
To have one's peace of mind intact!
That's a fact!
And 'that' takes a long time in development.
It comes with experiencing life and not rehearsing it...
As some would think.
Or kept practiced as if to impress.
As some still do!
Life is much too precious to accept foolishness.
And that is...
But just one of the many of the many many lessons...
I have had to learn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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