Intimately Or Not
No one I am with,
Intimately or not.
Will I permit myself,
To be shadowed...
With my being blocked.
I am meant to rise,
As if from the skies...
Sunlight appears,
To excite with delight...
And,
With a promise that shows clear.
I want and need to astonish.
Not fade away...
Behind a Sunset,
Forever remembered.
No one I am with,
Intimately or not.
Will I permit myself,
To be shadowed...
With my being blocked.
That is not on my list,
Of preferences.
Too many years,
Of dedicated discipline...
Has gone into 'this'.
With devotion and sacrifice,
I have enjoyed.
Not to carelessly be dismissed.
And it has been done,
At the expense of no one...
I want shunned.
But I have chosen in my life,
To love and share.
Not to initiate,
Assumptions to spare.
I want everyone to know,
I am there...
To give and take.
I will never be one,
To have my presence faked.
I want everyone to know,
I am here!
And I 'will' be there as well,
For anyone I share myself...
In a comfort both of us will dwell.
But I will not let it believed,
I shadow anyone...
To acknowledge that they lead.
Intimately or not...
My weight is my own,
To elevate, cast or seen to heave.
I want that known,
As my responsibility!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dancin In My Mind
Verse1:
Feelings carry away with me
Till I tremble no more
Music makes lovers of all of us
Out on the floor
Oh, I dont know you too well
And we dont have much time
But whenever you cross my mind
Chorus:
Well be dancin like we did that summer
When no boundaries kept us confined
Well be intimately dancin in my mind
Verse2:
I wish I had many lives
At least more than this one
Then I could deeply feel and learn
To love everyone
No, I just cant up and leave
Everything behind
But still you have touched my life
Chorus:
And Ill be dancin like we did that summer
When no boundaries kept us confined
Well be intimately dancin in my mind
You feel lovely
Youre just what I need right now
Do do doo da doo
Chorus:
Dancin like we did that summer
When no boundaries kept us confined
Well be intimately dancin in my mind
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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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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What About Love
[Maxi Jazz]
Come on (3x)
I know you so intimately
Anger and misery
The reason for my heart's fragility
How will it be if you simply set me free
Restore my ability, to hold my head high
To speak only truth where I used to lie
Goodbye to the enemy, it's been too long
Come on
What about love? (5x)
Come on
I know you so intimately
Your heady sensuality
The reason for my heart's fragility
How will it be if you simply come back to me
Restore my stability
Take your fill of me
Finally in step like the military
And just as strong, it's been so long
Come on
What about love? (5x)
song performed by by Faithless
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Breaking point
Sometimes mere moments do linger,
when your eye catches mine intimately and honest
then I am simultaneously both scared and happy,
sometimes mere moments do linger,
when your eye catches mine intimately and honest,
when you linger with me without words,
sometimes then our love is pure
when your eye catches mine intimately and honest,
when you linger with me without words
and you wait that I tell you about my day,
about the glory and hell of work,
when you linger with me without words,
and you wait that I tell you about my day;
when I rather want to know more about you,
when I want to forget the rush, the distress
and you wait that I tell you about my day,
when I rather want to know more about you,
when a moment comes to a breaking point,
then sometimes I am surprised by your beauty,
when I rather want to know more about you,
when a moment comes to a breaking point,
sometimes mere moments do linger,
when we both remove our own masks,
when a moment comes to a breaking point;
sometimes mere moments do linger,
when your eye catches mine intimately and honest
then I am simultaneously both scared and happy,
sometimes mere moments do linger.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I don't like shows, I don't like to put on a show, I just really want to work intimately with my actors.
Ease Appeases With a Bit of Tease
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Find that place,
Where you can go...
Within.
To bring outside of yourself,
A comfort shown to shine without end.
You seem to be hiding inside too much.
And not enough of you,
Is believed or known.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
First impressions,
Aren't always the best to leave.
Especially when some expect magic...
Unnatural miracles and a tap dance,
Done comfortably.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Just be you.
You will be surprise by how enchanting,
The unseen you can be,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
When ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Just be you,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And...
Relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Funny Girl
Oh, complex funny girl!
So intimately shy you’ve grown to me.
When you dance the dance of a thousand questions
Around me, all I can do is smile.
And you prance around with a head full of worries.
Worries are for the dull, funny girl!
Keep them low and hidden from view.
Then we’ll share the joy life has to bring.
poem by Eli MorenoDrew
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Only You Should Know
Only you should know,
How it goes...
When a day ends.
As the Sunset,
Folds.
Only you should know,
How you feel.
And this doesn't,
Have to show.
You unlock the doors to open.
And close them if you wish.
You decided to accept or not.
With a choosing to dismiss.
Only you should know,
How it goes...
When a day ends.
As the Sunset,
Folds.
Only you should know,
How you feel.
And this doesn't,
Have to show.
Only you should know what it is.
And what you wish dismissed.
With a stopping of a knock-knock.
To keep it blocked.
With a putting of an end to it.
Only you should know what it is.
And what you wish dismissed.
With a stopping of a knock-knock.
To keep it blocked.
With a putting of an end to it.
Only you should know,
How it goes...
When a day ends.
As the Sunset,
Folds.
Only you should know...
When more is wanted.
And what to dismiss.
Only you should know...
When more is wanted.
And what to dismiss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Didn't You Welcome It To Visit?
When did you close the window?
When did you stop...
Finding the World too real to face?
When did you decide,
You would isolate yourself and hide?
When did you close the window?
When did your disgust...
Encrust a frown upon your smile?
It appears it has been there,
For quite a while.
What will it take,
To replace that with hope?
Don't close the door...
To sit alone and mope!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
It is easier than you think.
If you trust with faith and believe...
You don't need to wallow and weep.
You don't need to share that,
With others you might see who grieve.
Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
You can!
Didn't you welcome it to visit?
Has it not overstayed,
And made itself too comfortable?
Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!
They too may have unwelcomed guests to rid!
Show them how that is done!
Do it now.
Today!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
No need to be hospitable,
To something or someone...
That can be stopped.
Whose prisoner are you anyway?
And why is your defeat so much needed?
And to whom is this feeding being pleasingly fed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thinking I Was There to be The Only One!
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But they were not demonstrative.
And no one ever strayed...
To betray what they had together.
Who gave what and why is the question.
And who learned what lesson from this?
'You all are being too delusional'.
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared.
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Mixed with preferences that are dated and timed.
These are new visions on the horizon,
Of my sunset?
And I'm a one on one kind!
With prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
At the same time?
'Poppa don't arch his back for that! '
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But for him.
Not for the whims she dared to expose.
I never thought I would think of her,
As a cheap 'ho'!
And There I stood.
Hiding in the bushes while another man,
Made her squeal louder than I could.
Louder than a man's man can.
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Thinking I was there to be the only one!
Thinking no one like me could do her.
'And then...
Like a miracle,
You found your ass awakened!
Right? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unconditionally Involved
I want your hands,
On me...
To touch.
And intimately.
I want your mind,
Understanding...
And patient.
As I would be,
With you.
And...
When with you,
I need to feel...
Unconditionally involved.
And when with you,
I want it known...
There's no other love like ours.
I want your hands,
On me...
To touch.
And intimately.
I want your mind,
Understanding...
And patient.
As I would be,
With you.
And...
When with you,
I need to feel...
Unconditionally involved.
And when with you,
I want it known...
There's no other love like ours.
And when with you,
I want it known...
There's no other love like ours.
And...
When with you,
I need to feel...
We are,
Unconditionally involved.
Yes I want us,
Unconditionally involved.
And I need us,
To know we can get our problems solved.
And...
When with you,
I want it shown...
How we love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The beloved stranger
It was about seven years
after her breakdown
which she could not remember, and
which I could not forget
that one day
as I was creaming and powdering her
more intimately than I ever expected to as a man to his mother,
she turned to me and said -
inching her way
with supreme heroic human effort
out of the black and midnight subsoil maze
of dementia - said
carefully, enquiringly
as if to establish a relevant fact,
'Are we related? '
And I knew not how to answer...
Then after some few days
I found a way to ease that pain:
as I creamed and powdered
the soreness under her still fine womanly breasts
at a hundred and two years of age
I said quietly
to her uncomprehending memory,
'beloved stranger...'
it wasn't a joke that she could share, but
it helped a little.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Oh, My Charismatic Charmer!
What a luscious smile is yours!
That roused my heart
felt flat for so long
and roved over the hills for comfort.
What a superb gaze is yours!
That reduced me to a stalemate,
disarmed my flowing tongue
and sank me into delight.
What a bewitching glance is yours!
That sent thrills into me,
cast me into a world of dreams
and sprinkled drops of whoop over me.
I want your floods of affection though
to sweep over me,
I can’t see your family life be staved in
by my flabby will and treacly storm of desire.
Oh, my charismatic charmer!
Be resilient to recover from the trance.
Commune with me to share your feelings
but permit not even to our thoughts
a passionate embrace.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Like wrinkles on the water
Like wrinkles on the water
words and deeds circle out wider
until love is later
something more than just a decision
and even when fear and pain appears
there is a kind of balance
that goes through everything
while you and I adore each other intimately
and our time together lingers
when moments sometimes contain hours
while what we are is never narrow-minded or set
and I see somebody lovely in you
that perfectly fits into my existence, into my body,
someone that brings certainty to every when and maybe.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Is/Not
Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise
sex is not dentistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities
you are not my doctor
you are not my cure,
nobody has that
power, you are merely a fellow/traveller
Give up this medical concern,
buttoned, attentive,
permit yourself anger
and permit me mine
which needs neither
your approval nor your suprise
which does not need to be made legal
which is not against a disease
but agaist you,
which does not need to be understood
or washed or cauterized,
which needs instead
to be said and said.
Permit me the present tense.
poem by Margaret Atwood
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Along The Sorrow
Fire in kidneys
was burning the basket.
Privacy of green thumbs
was intimately involved.
Let us share the candle light march
for the blossoms,
who would not stay
for old birds,
Read me again the epitaph
of the martyr, who wanted to remain
unsung, for the sorrow of
the flowing river.
Frenzy of a lone wolf was
inconsolable, when the dam spilled
the dead wood on the empty
bed of roses.
poem by Satish Verma
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You must look most intimately and discover for yourself; then it is your own, not somebody else’s, not something that you have been told, because there is no teacher and no follower.
quote by Krishnamurti
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How Many Angels Can Stand On The Point Of A Pin?
Although the Two Worlds
are so intimately linked,
how is it that they are
completely distinct?
See!
A ten-ton elephant
and a thousand soldiers
reflected in a single mirror!
Why doesn’t the glass shatter
under the weight of such an elephant?
Why does not the frame splinter
beneath the boots of such an army?
poem by Brian Taylor
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A pessimist? That's a person who has been intimately acquainted with an optimist.
quote by Elbert Hubbard
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