Intimate Since We Met
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And intimate since we met.
A magnetic attraction we cemented.
First with our eyes,
Then to our surprise we kissed.
Feeling that tingle between us,
With a need to be together...
To explore more of it!
And we have been intimate,
Since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it!
To experience this without regret.
So blessed we are,
To share this added spice.
That increases in our happiness,
Each of us knew.
But did not expect...
Could reach and climb to further heights.
None that we dreamed of.
Or planned to invite.
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And did not expect...
When we met,
Could reach and climb to further heights.
Further with no intention...
To be this intimate,
Like this intimacy we have is meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obedient To Subservience
Obedient to subservience,
Was not intended for all to experience...
To enslave with materialistic wishes dreamed.
A subservience inflicted had been intended to restrict,
Those teased although strickly limited.
And yet today,
The ones who stood in the way to delay and prevent...
Opportunities meant for everyone,
To taste...
Have been from them taken away.
Obedient to subservience,
Was not intended for all to experience...
To enslave with materialistic wishes dreamed.
But those who insisted to exclusively greed,
Have discovered they regret such a selfish need to feed.
Obedient to subservience,
Has come to open the eyes of those self serving...
With an overwhelming permanance,
That exposes a blindness hindsight can not remove.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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nema
Mmmmm....
Yeah C'mon
Don't stop what you're doing
Don't stop,
Please.
Don't stop what you're doing,
Don't stop,
Please!
Don't stop what you're doing
Don't stop,
Please.
Don't stop what you're doing,
Don't stop,
If you can read my mind
If you could look inside
I guess you know what I'm feeling.
The moment you decide
Let go of fear
You're fine
Love him a deeper meaning!
I'm tired of all these things
Your Pride Just turns to shame
No more secrets between us
No, no!
I'm here in front of you
I feel the same way too!
Let's turn and make this love deepen>
If you wanna be intimate with me
Gotta let me see a part of you
No one else knows!
I wanna be intimate with you
Feel you reach into
The part of me no one else,
No one else!
Knows like you do!
Heaven and death we meet
Baby when I'm with you
No one else can touch us
And no more emptiness
I feel like I've been blessed!
Boy I believe in you
Boy I Believe in You
Your love can see me through!
Your love can see me through!
You!
You've got the power I need!
You've got the power I need!
Show you believe in me
Like I believe in you
Baby, I'm down on my knees!
You wanna be intimate with me
Gotta let me see a part of you
No one else knows!
'Cos you gotta be intimate with you
Feel you reach into
The part of me,
'Cos no one else loves me like you do
Don't Stop
What you're doing
Don't stop
Please!-a
song performed by by Tool
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Nothing I Regret to Reminisce
I remember the last time I cared.
And being intimate,
With someone I was 'into'.
Now I am out of that.
Relationships are like investments.
When they are are hot...
The giving is free and easy.
There seems to be enough good stuff,
Enjoyed and passed around.
However,
When the stuff gets rough?
And discussions start becoming huff and puff debates.
With threats?
And yelling done to see who does that best!
I don't regret leaving.
There's nothing like fresh air I want and need.
I don't make promises to anyone I can walk on water.
Nor am I going to be baited to stay hooked,
Or strung along with something that's not working for me!
I was involved in a marriage and one day told...
'I'm going to get mine!
I don't care if you do own the company.
You can be a bank president.
Instead of a janitor.'
How these times have changed!
When was the last time a janitor was suspected of fraud?
And how many banks have already closed?
I remember the last time I cared.
And being intimate,
With someone I was 'into'.
Now I am out of that.
With nothing I regret to reminisce.
And I am blessed to be realistic about it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reunion
I had guards like watchdogs
Dogs in a manger
I could feel the protection
Possession and anger
And I drove out of there
With no on behind me
Feeling funny and free
All you pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent you precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
Yeah
I laughed as I said it
This is my situation
Its not pictures or privilege
Its just self preservation
I dont want you to feel
Any obligation
It feels so funny to be free
All you pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent you precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
We act empty and innocent
But we are fueled by distortions
(I remember you)
Of lives led in discontent
(when we were shiny and new)
Trading misfortunes
(now you guard your faith)
Cause faith is one thing
That is hard to deliver
(temper your speed)
It feels so funny to be free
All you pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent you precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
I got nothing to hide
All of us arent we
Pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent we precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
I got nothing to hide
I had guards like watchdogs
Dogs in a manger
(I remember you)
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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When moment synchronizes with moment
When moment synchronizes with moment
when our movements gets a own character
we cannot stop the intimate fire,
our passion comes blazing, intimate and free;
it falls like spring rain on the earth,
then there is something binding between us,
we are in a world away from the aching.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love Is Magic
Love is magic,
as magic is love.
Either ways
it only meant one thing:
Intimate love share
by two, on mutual ground
This I yearn for!
This kind, this love
Is what most seek;
as I do.
Love if sparks with magic
becomes so sweet
and intimate to savor,
with the right guy.
More than three
have courted me.
But none so far
has bring magic
to my heart!
Love they say
can develop in time;
but for me
it must start with magic!
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Up, Up And Away
I get a feeling when I close my eyes,
I can climb to heights.
And nothing then envisioned,
Has a border to minimize.
I get a feeling when I close my eyes,
I can reach for anything...
To touch.
With a continuing done of my rise.
Because I...
Am,
The creator of all my rules.
I don't need a yardstick to prove what I can do.
Because I...
Am,
The doer that pursues to undo limits.
Unrestricted I am up...
Up and away.
Hey.
I get a feeling when I close my eyes,
I can climb to heights.
And nothing then envisioned,
Has a border to minimize.
Unrestricted,
I...
Am up, up and away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kissing someone is pretty intimate, actually very intimate, and your heart always kind of skips a beat before you do that.
quote by Keanu Reeves
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At Least I Was...Into It, Intimately
Never again will I take you...
Upon heights of my once forbidden flights,
Of romance and fancy.
Just to hear you say.
You've become bore with my insight.
As if I was making a donation and not love,
For the nights we have been together.
And you leave me 'there',
With nothing from within you to share.
I thought you cared...
Since we were intimate.
At least I was...
Into it.
Intimately!
But I know too well now,
I was just your experience.
And it was not,
One you have chosen to repeat!
Nor would you admit that to me.
And all that you could say,
Is a wish we could remain friends.
'Goodnight.'
Wow.
Yeah. ..
Thanks.
You have a...
Good night too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intimacy Avoidance Syndrome
You had grown out of your marriage,
You said,
That’s why you loved me may be,
I guess,
But you grew out of your love even,
What a pity!
You would grow out of yourself too,
Some day,
You wouldn’t have a place to hide that day,
Your last day,
You may better go and take rest for good,
Others at peace.
The fact is you never loved anyone,
You suffer from Intimacy avoidance syndrome,
You could not be intimate with him,
So you loved me outside your marriage,
When I became intimate with you,
You ran away to your job, leaving even your son.
poem by Amit Biswas
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We're Alive
I'm feeling free Across the ocean
we go sailing on an on into the sunshine
On our way life is so good to us now
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
Blue skies above Everything's right
As we're going on our way the future looks bright
You and me together at last
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
Lovely feeling the wind blows through your hair
As we're sailing through life without a care
Look around and feel the freedom
All around us It is ours just for the taking
Nearer now to the island we go
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
chorus
Faster now across the surface
Of the water Keep on head
All life will catch up
Everyone would like to feel like we do
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
song performed by by Hollies
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Oh, no! We Never Mention Her Parody
Oh no! we never mention her, whose name’s a major crime,
my lips are sealed and privy shields, short memory has Time!
From vote to vote they whip me on, to skip regret, and yet,
although the Poll Tax ain’t to be, I never can forget:
They bid me seek in Brussels’ clique the charms that others see,
but tunnels dug neath channel tug tug deep alarms to me,
‘tis true the view of outfit blue is gone from where we met,
I cannot see free enterprise, - I tries, but can’t forget!
For, oh there are hints near and far recall the past to me,
statistics on the dole, (which mole?) are wholly out at sea;
the rosy tint that still may deck the House – election’s set –
aye every vote I dote upon forbids me to forget!
They tell me she is happy now, and from Divisions free,
they hint that she forgets my need, I heed not, disagree,
perhaps like me she struggles with each feeling of regret, -
but if new Acts lack faith, each fills with facts one can’t forget!
Press fills the page with Major, thrills to say that he’s a match –
unless the wager Labour kills, to start again from scratch, -
but every thatch in every home appears a safer bet,
and there’s a catch, when new plots hatch, one never can forget!
© Jonathan Robin – Poem written 1 August 1991
Parody Thomas Haynes BAYLY – O No! We Never mention Him
Oh, No! We Never Mention Him
Oh no! we never mention him, his name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak that once familiar word:
From sport to sport they hurry me, to banish my regret;
And when they win a smile from me they think that I forget.
They bid me seek a change of scene the charms that others see;
But were I in a foreign land, they'd find no change in me.
'Tis true that I behold no more the valley where we met,
I do not see the hawthorn-tree but how can I forget?
For oh! There are so many things recall the past to me, -
The breeze upon the sunny hills, the billows of the sea;
The rosy tint that decks the sky before the sun is set; -
Ay, every leaf I look upon forbids me to forget,
They tell me he is happy now, the gayest of the gay;
They hint that he forgets me too, - but I heed not what they say:
Perhaps like me he struggles with each feeling of regret;
But if he loves as I have loved, he never can forget.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Free
Unreleased impossible princess track
Its night time,
Were driving,
Lights go by and make stars in my eyes.
Its cold out and its warm in,
When I have you by my side.
And I know this is special,
When the breeze is on my face.
For now and for always Ill dream about this time and place
Chorus:
This is the feeling I want for always,
This is the feeling I want for always,
Free, so free.
Its special,
The feeling,
Its really nice,
So nice and new.
Slip into, believe it,
Well do whatever we choose.
And I know this is magic,
On the road to God knows where,
For now and forever Ill dream about this time we share
Repeat chorus
Free, so free
This is the feeling I want for always,
This is the feeling I want for always,
Oh i,
Repeat chorus
Free, so free.
Free, so free.
Free, so free.
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Unlock That Box Just For You
The key to feeling happy and free...
Unlock that box.
And walk away from it when you get out.
Experience what life is about.
It's not inside to keep up whining,
It's not inside to throw a tantrum and pout.
The key to feeling happy and free...
You've got to move your feet with direct speed.
You've got to unleash from guilt and pity.
The key to feeling happy and free...
You've got to accept what is there and care!
You can not wish for something you think is fair.
The key to feeling happy and free...
You've got to unload despair and grief.
You've got to move with faith and beliefs.
The key to feeling happy and free...
You've got to move your feet with direct speed.
You've got to unleash from guilt and pity.
The key to feeling happy and free...
You've got to accept what is there and care!
You can not wish for something you think is fair.
The key to feeling happy and free...
Unlock that box.
And walk away from it when you get out.
Experience what life is about.
It's not inside to keep up whining,
It's not inside to throw a tantrum and pout.
The key to feeling happy and free...
Unlock that box and get out.
Look around and see what your world's about.
The key to feeling happy and free...
Unlock that box and get out.
Look around and see what your world's about.
The key to feeling happy and free...
Unlock that box and get out.
Look around and see what your world's about.
The key to feeling happy and free...
Unlock that box and get out.
Unlock that box and get out.
Unlock that box and get out.
The key to feeling happy and free...
Unlock that box and get out!
Unlock that box and get out!
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box and get out!
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box and get out!
Unlock that box.
You need to...
Unlock that box and get out!
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box.
You need to...
Unlock that box and get out!
Unlock box.
You need to,
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box and get out!
You need to,
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box that box and get out!
You need to,
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box.
Yes you do.
Unlock that box and get out!
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box.
You need to,
Unlock that box.
Just for you,
Unlock that box.
Yes you do.
Unlock that box.
Just for you,
Unlock that box.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Communicating!
it's fairly easy for us to pretend
to be something we're not... we all
are guilty of this on occasion. but
it leaves us with a hollow feeling,
the feeling of emptiness...
pretending hinders us on our journey.
it is only in the revealing of who
we are, and what we are, that we grow.
it takes courage to reveal our intimate
natures.... but only by doing so can
we continue to evolve. only by this
chosen action are we able to really
communicate. and only by communicating
do we truly live!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Relationships
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up'. Now, I've grown up, grown up with a confused relationship and now an intimate one.
poem by Nikhil Chandwani
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When You're Feeling Not Quite Your Best
How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
When performing for others becomes a test.
How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
And you would rather relax and rest?
Do you do what some do and go through the steps?
Only to not care what steps to do next?
With a wish you had an understudy...
To do what you do but only better yet.
How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
And to be able to get away it with no regrets.
Praying someone will remember when,
You bettered your best efforts.
As if renewed by an energy...
With a hunger to impress.
And what you are now offering...
They are willing to help you to quickly forget!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Frustration
I seem to be
Running out of words
Some feelings
Are just not meant to be read I guess
There are no metaphors
Beautiful enough
Painful enough
Honest enough
To describe the experience of me
In my frustrated futile way
To capture some snapshots of feeling
Hoping they will develop into the portrait I intended
Always wondering
If they are a true enough representation
If they have really captured
What I'm trying to convey
I stumble over inadequate words
Trying to express all that I wish to convey
Feeling confused
By your reply
By what
You
Are trying to say
I react to your choice of words
With
More words
I feel like I'm drowning
In a quicksand of miss-communication
Though I'm sure
You have the best of intentions
Crumbling away like sediment
Exposed to the elements
I inspect
What I'm suppose to be looking at
So I can see
Take a few steps back
To gain
Appropriate distance
Only to have you tell me..
I've pulled too far back.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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It Is A Feeling Embedded In One's Mind
The memory of losing a child,
Never leaves.
It is a feeling embedded in one's mind,
To remain as if a hole unplugged...
Can not be fixed.
There is a feeling of guilt that revisits,
From time to time.
And those who have never had that experience,
Are blessed not to know it.
Although those who do know,
What that experience is like...
Can sympathize with those who say,
'You have no idea,
How these children of mine can get on my last nerve.
Ten minutes!
If I only had ten minutes to myself.
Without them constantly on my mind I'd be happy.'
~You are right.
I have not been blessed to have that experience.
However,
Once they arrive...
Your life is no longer yours.
They will be on your mind until your life is over.~
'Oh yeah?
How would you know? '
~It's a feeling I get.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda in 100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor
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