Frosted Fruity Booty
Frosted fruity booty breezed,
With fragrant ammunition.
A scented ambition...
To encapture, tease and please,
From eras passed.
Womanly and loving...
Every bit of her qualities.
A smile of pleasure quickly found my lips.
As my eyes laid to rest,
Upon her swaying hips.
And this was not a rehash of fads,
To come and go!
And when she whizzed and left with flair,
Her presence was still in the air.
And it was kept right there.
For amatures to copy!
But this original...
Was hers alone!
And 'that' she made aware!
Preserved,
And in delicious minted condtion!
She and I both knew,
Her persona was not a replica!
And 'where' was she...
When I was quicker 'then',
To lift with abandoned ease?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People Just Want the Attention
You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Scented fresh?
I could care less.
Your attitude is not perfumed!
And I quickly distanced myself from it...
When your presence filled the entire room.
You're too self assured!
And nothing is wrong with that.
But I can not imagine you,
Butt naked with me in the sack!
I am not that submissive.
Although I'm known to be attracted,
To domineering folks who trap.
Being hunted and captured...
With sweat pouring down my back.
Yes,
I'm prone to fantasize.
But reality snaps me away from that!
If you softened your eyes,
And licked your lips.
Sat quietly and portrayed...
There was 'something' in your life you missed.
If you spoke in a whisper instead of shouting in a bark...
And pretended I had 'command'
You could have me AND my heart!
But...
You just want to tease!
As if I am here to notice it.
You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Even if you approached me...
I'd teach you a lesson or two!
'You!
Yes...
YOU!
When you are through...
I'm over here! '
Some people just want the attention,
All to themselves!
I thank God I'm not like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Red Lips With a Hint of Confidence
You have to be confident
Walk in a room with your chin up
You are the leader of every step
They will stare at you
Captivated by your Walk
And those juicy red lips you wear
Its because of the air around
The way your hair moves
You Control their eyes
Ruby red lips and sexy hips
You have the confidence
To move a man with one look
A flick of the wrist if you will
A task you undertake with ease
Your smile takes over them
With that delicious red lipstick
You tangle up all their thoughts
all because you are confident
Ruby Red Lips
Sexy little Hips
and a Stare that can control a man
A Stare of Confidence
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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Rural Scene
what you see
is this:
a straw hat
covering her hair
against the sun
she is just a
shadow
her eyes look
against you
you are blinded
by her
presence
her lips are
not delightful
as her hips
are no longer swaying to your
dictates
this is what you do not see:
her tongue
in cheek
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Originally Yours
challenged to be
original
i quit. i am not
original i am a xerox
copy of
another mind
i am a duplicate
of another carbon
copy
i am an imprint
of another zealousness
i use other people's words
i listen to
every syllable
and they all stay
inside my heart
like decanted
mass from acetic acid
from coconut
wine.
i am not original
i look at myself
in the mirror
i am not original
but i put on a smile
i am too
one kind of
a handsome
copycat.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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They Went Home (Terzanelle) (In Answer To Maya Angelou)
They visited her when the wife was not around,
they found her house antiseptic clean,
tracked her down where ever she was to be found,
while she was full of passion like a nymphomaniac Herculean
all kinds of men knew her lips,
they found her house antiseptic clean,
knew the shape of her legs and hips
but some was treated better still,
all kinds of men knew her lips,
and they visited one night or more to get a thrill
before they went home to the sweet wife,
but some was treated better still,
before they went to a loving family and a clear-cut life
they experienced her really intimately
before they went home to the sweet wife
and everyone that were visiting her left separately.
They visited her when the wife was not around,
they experienced her really intimately
tracked her down where ever she was to be found.
[Reference: They went home by Maya Angelou.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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If You Are My Food Spread On The Table
granting arguendo
my dear beautiful girl
that you are my food for dinner
what shall i take first?
your lips, oh, i love delicious lips
sweet lips, wet lips and tight lips, and
gripping lips to my lips
then your eyes
so i can enter your soul
these windows that cannot close
someone so lovely and loving you
as i try to be this air
invisible and yet so essential
to your being
i shall take every flesh in you
and every bone and every nerve
but there is one thing i shall not attempt to take
away from you
your heart, you may not tell me, but i know
it already belongs to someone else
in respect for true love
i shall leave it there
breathing, wishing, and still loving....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Was...
It wasn't your smile
But more of an air
Call it your essence
Teasing me aware
It wasn't your warm breath
Upon my naked breast
But more of a presence
That stirred up my rest
It wasn't your lingering kiss
Upon my Award Winning Rose
Call it a subtle sensation
That tingled and forever flowed
It wasn't your loving words
But more of a look
Your enlarged pupil eyes
Was truely all that it took
It was all of the above
And something's i cannot say
That drove me all the way home
And into your loving arms today
poem by Theodora Onken
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Charlie
Three years ago, I found
an eight-week-old kitten
abandoned in the street.
Everywhere I went she followed me,
eventually I stopped and picked her up
and put her inside my shirt to keep her warm.
I was frightened she might be killed
if I left her wandering there.
I made enquires to find her home,
but no one came forward to claim her.
We had her examined by our Vet
making sure she was OK
before introducing her
to our two boys that we already had.
Three years later,
she is a very loving and affectionate cat
who always loves to play.
She integrated well with the boys
and they all curl up together.
When they play no claws ever come out,
there are no hisses or snarls
only lots of preening done to one another.
They each have their own space
that they like when they want to be alone.
Charlie’s is an old shoebox under my desk
where she will curl up in whenever I am working.
The fools that abandoned her
never knew the prize they had.
A most loving pet
anyone could ever wish for.
19 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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Rehashment
I remember the castigation
I remember the molestation
I remember the infestation
I remember trying to escape from you!
I remember cutting my wrist
I remember releasing the blood
I remember catching the drops
I remember the undulating flood
I remember it wouldn't stop
I remember opression you put me through!
Rehash
The slash
Rehash
The gash
Rehash
The relapse
Rahash
The roots of what I do
This scar is internal
This wound is eternal
The hate is forever
The soul that you severed
I remember getting all the blame
For a person's stigma and shame
I remember when you said 'die'
I remember all the pain in my life
Rehash
The slash
Rehash
The gash
Rehash
The relapse
Rahash
The roots of what I do
I REMEMBER YOU TRYING TO CONSTRUE
poem by Crazy Eight
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Darling Dear.. Taste The Honey Drops!
Darling dear!
Taste the honey drops
and feel me thereafter-
ask your senses,
' which is sweeter more? '
' Oh..sweeter more is my feel of you! '
Roll on silky cushions
and touch my body thereafter-
ask your fingers,
' which is softer more? '
' Hey..softer more is your body sure! '
Taste the three kings of fruits
then taste my fruity lips-
ask your lips,
' which is tastier more? '
'Ah...tastier more are your ripened lips! '
Swim in the cool stream
then immerse yourself in my eyes-
ask your self,
' which gives you pleasure more? '
' Ha...your eyes gives me pleasure more! '
Enjoy the grandeur of sunset hours
and look at my beauty thereafter-
ask your eyes,
' which one is grandeur more? '
' Yea..grandeur more is your beauty! '
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Love Blond
Somthing's coming down the street.
Somthing static under your feet.
Never looking left or right,
'coz she'll just blow you out of sight.
She's never waiting on your smile.
Devastating, what's in her style?
Situation no-go zone.
But she'll cut loose when she's alone.
A. R. She's a Love Blonde. (3)
She's got that sensuality for love. [End of A.]
When the boys says "How you been, What you doing', Can we get in?"
Eyes'll flash and lips will smile.
And she'll just tease them for a while.
'Coz now you see her, now you don't.
You could be there, only you won't.
If you've got that "Savoir Faire".
Well that girl knows and she's aware.
[Repeat A.]
Oooh, Well if you fills her dreams tonight.
Oooh, Just lay back and hold on tight.
[Repeat A twice.]
[Male voices singing chorus
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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I tease Jami
I tease Jami
If you see her, please
Tell her this for me,
She is my Beatrice,
She steals my dreams
She is too beautyful for me,
But I think she's made for me.
.
I kiss Jami
Though it's only a dream
But to me it feels so real.
.
I tease Jami
She's always had my poems,
Though she's never liked them,
So I rewrote them.
.
I tease Jami
For Mr. Petty she had sweet kids
She's never liked distant dating,
But for me she did it.
.
I tease Jami
She's had her heart fixed on Petty,
But with Dante Alighieri, I stole it.
.
I tease Jami,
She wouldn't want to leave America
But for me,
She chosed Africa.
.
I tease Jami
I made her fell for me,
Though she never cried infront of me,
But Cupid's never stupid,
Together with Aphrodite we
Made another Beatrice for Benjamin.
.
I tease Jami
She's always had my poetry
Like Beatrice in Dante's comedy
And for sake of Benjamin's enemies
Let them burn in Hell for me.
.
I tease Jami
She's too pretty for my liking,
Sophistication is an understatement
Not common with Nigeria's government,
Even a goddess from Greek mythology
Is an understatement
And Aphrodite herself cannot compare.
.
I tease Jami
I wish tomorrow she will marry me
But for Becky's sake, she's leaving me,
.
Yet I tease Jami
I've seen beauties that lies on the inside,
But yours Jami, I found on the outside.
.
Once again I tease Jami
And she's alway too busy for me,
So I left her for Naomi,
But later I found out Naomi
Is just another Becky
So back I came running
To my sweet Jami.
.
I tease Jami.
If you see her, please tell her this for me
That this poem is not finished.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Silent in Forest
Set on my hands the gift of silence
Lift the pressure and pain of my hips
Trace your ice on my aching shoulders
Then draw the heat from my frozen lips
For I have abandoned myself to wandering
Too far from quiet places, the evergreen
Where swords were drawn by malevolent spirits
And my scars carved by the night, unseen
You found my scraps of despairing verses
The prints and knee-shaped hollows I left
Fearful, you searched the earth untrodden
Insisting no pain could be expressed
The music has fled from my songs, my verses
Are stripped of their words, I bite down on stone
My hands by your fingers are bound to be emptied
Of all gifts of silence, until I atone
My rags were stripped, weeping, from my body
As I lay abandoned, hearing the leaves fall
I cover my limbs with comforting fragments
Awaiting the light that Dawn will recall.
poem by Frank Bana
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Sharp With Added Spice
'Over seasoned! '
This came to spill,
From whispered lips.
Yet to those unacquainted...
The presentation and taste,
Was more than appreciated.
And in their eyes the show of this,
Did not hesitate to express it.
They did not mention an absence of skill.
They were too busy enjoying the delicious cake.
To pick crumbs from plates.
Until the cook appeared unexplained,
From the kitchen to gain attention.
Sharp with added spice,
Comes a lashing from an unexpected tongue.
It seems someone has said,
Whoever is doing the cooking with minimal flair...
Should learn more about baking,
To become more aware of what's required instead!
And serious was the cook who took all hostage!
With an eyebrow raised and quivering lips.
And outraged was the cook's posture...
No one dared to dismiss.
~Out with it!
WHO said 'over seasoned'?
I heard every word.
And it did not please.
WHO was it?
Who dared to say I over season?
When I sweated to perfect...
A guarantee your taste buds would be teased.
Out with it or no one leaves.
You ungrateful banana eating chimpanzees.
How dare you mock my expertise.
I'm not kidding.
Out with it or no one leaves! ~
And throats slowly swallowed.
People froze as they sat.
Wishing they remembered when,
Those comments were made in jest!
'I said that but I was just joking.'
~You provoked me with a whispered joke?
Do you know how close I came to choking a few throats?
I...
Am,
A CHEF.
And serious to the end of my very breath.
With...
And I must admit this,
With a flair for dramatics.
Please...
There is no need for applause.
I accept,
Only business references! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Crooked Smile (song)
With your deep brown eyes
and your crooked smile
you swept me away for
quite a while when you smiled
a crooked smile
Then you came and
asked for a chance
but all I said was
How bout a dance
and then you smiled
A crooked smile
(Chorus)
Now your gone
and I'm missing you
and my broken Heart
wont be in two
when you smile
a crooked smile
Years have passed
and tears have too
but all I know
is I love you
and your smile
your crooked smile
Yesterday when you
got off the plane
you ran to my side
cuz I stood at your gate
and then you smiled
a croooked smile
You pulled me close
and said hello
but I could see
you were being mellow
til you smiled
a crooked smile
(Chorus)
now your here
and I'm loving you
and my broken heart
won't be in two
when you smile
a crooked smile
Moments passed
and memories made
And I know there ain't a better day
then when you smile
a crooked smile
Oh when you smile
my heart goes wild
poem by Jasmine Thompson
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x Pygmalion
White as alabaster, delicate as a snow lily
Womanly hips almost too perfect
Smile of life so gentle, so loving
He gazed at her with awe, with respect
She belonged to him, he had sculpted her
With his manly hands bare
He wished to breathe life into her deep eyes
Birth a maiden rare
He longed for her, for her musical voice
To solve mysteries of the earth
But held back with godly restraint
Human after all, he wasn’t ready for an angelic birth
poem by Madam Anonymous
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At Love's Beginning.
I might not have it then — I might not, yet
She was so near to me, could I forget
She might be nearer? There was in her eyes —
What shall I say? — a hint of the sunrise
Of her heart's day: would it then break on me
In my life's glory, or should I but see
The malediction of that morning pour
Disaster on my heart for evermore?
I did not know, and all I was became
A hush, a wonder. I scarce breathed her name,
Scarce dared to read her eyes too deeply, lest
Wrath in their tenderness should be exprest;
When suddenly love's lightning ran a streak
Up the white throat into the pallid cheek;
Her eyes took wonder too — and even thus
What we to either were, revealed to us,
Rose like God's heaven, at once, in such a way
For aye; and her eyes fell as mine took sway
Upon the moment when she knew it all,
And knew in knowing it beyond recall
Was the confession which her heart had made
With eyes, not lips, ere lips to mine were laid —
That mystic moment, when all she was drew
Out of herself, as all that I was too,
Emptied of self, then found itself in her.
poem by Robert Crawford
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A replica too is original
Maybe he takes after his father.
He cannot for that be his father.
The replica resembles the original
And is original from the original.
Don’t brand any as copied
27.03.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How Glad I Am to See You
When you arrived at my doorstep...
I was not prepared,
To accept your presence.
The day you left,
To explore promises made by others...
You told me then,
My way of life and 'you' did not blend.
You even mentioned my lack of things.
And what I did not have...
That others you sought,
To you could bring!
With a stinging you intended.
You even stated,
How you had hated the sacrifice.
And if I loved you like I did...
I was reluctant to pay the price.
Then I witnessed you gather the support of friends.
Who convinced you our relalationship should end.
And that was done!
With my heartache to begin.
Abandoned you are now.
Without one friend.
Abandoned are your wishes,
That our relationship ended.
And you believe I would leave you out in the cold.
With a sweeping of your BS,
Away from my doorstep.
And yet,
I must confess...
How gald I am to see you.
And yes,
The love you left...
I have kept!
Hoping you would come to realize,
I haver never stopped loving you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.
quote by Jean Cocteau
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