Quick Whim Mode
Access to a treasure chest!
Quality shown but goes unknown...
To the one fed sweetened snacks
By another prone,
To keep those off track!
Those who are lured...
From the safety of their nestling sacks.
Sneaking with a creep,
Who is envious of that!
A two bit con with a game going on.
Charming and preying until dawn.
Satisfying the insatiable lust...
Of one in quick whim mode!
Disregarding trust.
To return to the 'gem' at home,
With a prepared lie that's told!
Just to get tricked for the hell of it!
To please the urges of a freelancing libido.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creepin' In
There's a big ol' hole
That's gone right through the sole
Of this old shoe
And the water on the ground
Ain't got no place else it found
So it's only got one thing left to do
Creep on in
Creep on in
And once it has begun
Won't stop until it's done
Sneaking in
There's a silver moon
That came just a little soon
For me to bare
Shines brightly on my bed
And the shadows overhead
Won't let me sleep as long as they're here
Creep on in
Creep on in
And once it has begun
Won't stop until it's done
Sneaking in
There's a big ol' hole
That goes right through my sole
And that ain't nothin' new
So long as you're around
And got no place else you've found
There's only one thing left to do
Creep on in
Creep on in
And once you have begun
Don't stop until you're done
Sneaking in
song performed by by Norah Jones
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Predators Indebted
Preying on...
Minds that remain unconnected.
And a preying on these vacancies accepted.
Yes,
Preying on...
A thoughtlessness expected,
That rejects a common sense.
With none of it reflecting...
Those predators indebted!
Let's say it is true...
That greatness achieved,
Was done thoroughly independently.
Let's say it is true...
That a quality of life enjoyed,
Was not supplied or produced...
By foreign imports that seduced.
And deployed to introduce creature comforts,
Now demanded as entitlements.
Let's say it is true...
That land purchases and foundations treasured,
Were not bought and sold by those with cash in hand.
No matter what language was spoken,
Or where undocumented 'aliens' decided to take a stand.
And let's say it is true...
That all that we here do IS envied.
And...
Let's say this is true too...
We are predators indebted!
And beholdened to those kept,
Uknown.
Preying on...
A thoughtlessness expected.
Preying on...
Minds that remain unconnected.
And a preying on these vacancies accepted.
To stay beholdened to those kept,
Unknown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poet wishing, watching, waiting
My life’s ludicrous lust.
A poignant perplexed poet, pondering.
Outside drones descend to dull him.
His envious egocentric eyes resting empty.
His fearful façade forever facing,
A woeful world which watches his wasting,
Only to see his exterior disintegrating,
The crumbling and scatterings of his dreams emptying,
Turning to fragments all to be wasted,
Turning to dust free of his lust.
Never to live.
Never to trust.
Never being seen.
No shining beam.
My life’s ludicrous lust.
Inside it blossoms, how I wish I could trust.
To follow my lust, all I need is trust.
poem by Paul Latham
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When Fishermen Cast Rods
Too few do boots in pools,
And swim.
Many might cause ripples,
Crossing streams with them.
When fishermen cast rods,
In ponds where ducks quack...
Bears passing through,
Stop their scratching to stare.
After napping on snacks...
Carried,
In large paper sacks
Carefully prepared!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The battle of life
Senses seek safety
Ego seeks identity
Libido propels both
Libido is basic energy.
22.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whither Trust
whither trust
trust - the treasure
of the past
lost amidst the
dust of greed and time
in the clutches of the worst
witnessing the thurst
of the beast
called the man
so called human
so called the educated
so called the intellect
ready to connect
to the corrupt
live life to the fullest
mind locked with lust
trust - the treasure of the past
trust - the treasure of the past! !
poem by Jai Prakash Satyamangalam Bhupathy
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Deception of trust
you'll never know the price too pay...
if he only finds out
the deception you show
its not worth my trust
the tears he'd cry if only he knew
both of us are in on this game
this game they call lust
but we break this bond he calls trust
trust too build trust too break
the finger points your way from him
if only he knew that trust
you broke oh so long ago
trust theres no such thing from you
hes my angel but you dont know
just like he doesnt realise
you aint worthy of that trust
poem by Pilar Killeen
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Somebody told me to go home
Somebody told me to go home
where is that? ... I replied
'where you sleep' was the answer.
Shoot... that could be anywhere
Somebody said dude... you need to go home
Home is where your heart is
My heart was broken a long time ago
So where is my home
Somebody told me to go home
Home...?
I wouldnt know where that was
if i was sitting in it
Somebody told me to go home
Somebody is a Jerk
I hate Somebody
Somebody always says something to piss me off
Somebody can get the hell away from me.
go home khary go home khary go home khary
where is that
i wish Somebody would tell me where that is
or shut the hell up talkin about it
Somebody has no friends
Somebody is Sad
Somebody is tired
Somebody told me to go home
Where is that Somebody
Lust Or Love
Music :klaus meine
Lyrics:klaus meine, herman rarebell, jim vallance
The innocence is gone
But still Im holding on
Searchin for love that lasts forever
Lookin for a place
Where love can hide away
Takin a chance its now or never
Maybe its time to draw the line
Theres just one thing thats on my mind
Is it lust, is it love
Whatever it is I cant get enough
Is it lust, is it love
When I look around tell me who can I trust
Is it love
Lovers come and go
Sometimes its hard to know
If this will be a night to treasure
When the damage has been done
And the hurting has begun
Youll justify a moments pleasure
Is it lust, is it love
Whatever it is I cant get enough
Is it lust, is it love
It aint nothin that I cant rise above
Is it lust, is it love
When I look around tell me who can I trust
Is it love
Lust or love
Maybe its time to draw the line
Theres just one thing thats on my mind
Is it lust, is it love
Whatever it is I cant get enough
Is it lust, is it love
It aint nothin that I cant rise above
Is it lust, is it love
Still lookin for more, its never enough
Is it lust, is it love
When I look around tell me who can I trust
Is it love, is it love, is it love
Is it love, is it love
song performed by by Scorpions
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Lost Treasure Chest
Magical treasure chest made of gold,
has in it many stories to be told.
On one uneventful day,
Golden treasure chest was taken away.
I had it packed in back room with shoes,
that’s when someone decided to lose,
my treasure chest right on site,
hide it from me with all their mite.
Luckily I went to store
found 20 treasure chests more galore.
Painted one up really quick,
I had a art show party within a week.
Watercolor paintings of Melodie,
hang on wall for children to see.
see along with Krendoll island set,
They would play on it and not forget
Forget the magic of Krendoll island I did make,
with birthday props like birthday cake.
Art show birthday party at Mexican Bizarre,
I set up the birthday party with a star.
Children showed up to find presents and unfreeze,
dragons that would begin to sneeze.
Once they had the heat device,
which was magical and would suffice,
To melt the spell on them,
Making them turn into birthday child’s friend.
Birthday child friends come alive,
They would have to find the birthday child.
Once Ice Spell broken, Birthday child would be all smiles.
Birthday child would receive a birthday crown
and beautiful birthstone gown.
From magical golden treasure chest,
the one that would become magical and the best.
Making birthday child’s wishes be recorded inside,
the magical treasure chest’s Krendoll Chronicles it would reside.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 31,2011
www.purplepoems.com www.suzaechevalier.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Lost Treasure Chest
Magical treasure chest made of gold,
has in it many stories to be told.
On one uneventful day,
Golden treasure chest was taken away.
I had it packed in back room with shoes,
that's when someone decided to lose,
my treasure chest right on site,
hide it from me with all their mite.
Luckily I went to store
found 20 treasure chests more galore.
Painted one up really quick,
I had a art show party within a week.
Watercolor paintings of Melodie,
hang on wall for children to see.
see along with Krendoll island set,
They would play on it and not forget
Forget the magic of Krendoll island I did make,
with birthday props like birthday cake.
Art show birthday party at Mexican Bizarre,
I set up the birthday party with a star.
Children showed up to find presents and unfreeze,
dragons that would begin to sneeze.
Once they had the heat device,
which was magical and would suffice,
To melt the spell on them,
Making them turn into birthday child's friend.
Birthday child friends come alive,
They would have to find the birthday child.
Once Ice Spell broken, Birthday child would be all smiles.
Birthday child would receive a birthday crown
and beautiful birthstone gown.
From magical golden treasure chest,
the one that would become magical and the best.
Making birthday child's wishes be recorded inside,
the magical treasure chest's Krendoll Chronicles it would reside.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 31,2011
www.suzae.com www.suechevalier.com www.suzaria.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Is love the lore of lust
Is love the lore of lust
The primal touch, that lure, which feeds
The preying beast
Looking out at will, at any cost, by any means
To spread its ever moving genes
And if so
Help arouse the vital urges
For which the flesh searches.
It shakes the mind
And blinds the eyes
Turns naivety to desperate cries
And yet
Is readily accepted, as if
Laid out before us worldly creatures
A part of life, a destined set
With all kinds of mental tortures
Through all seasons, year and year
Never far and always here
Will it ever cease to rest
And let true platonic feeling nest
In the ignorant absorbing hearts
And free man from lust for tarts
poem by Andreas Molander
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Food Anymey
Snacks is
Not food...
But...
you...
Eat food
Some of snacks...
Helthy good...
Take food
At snacks leval
Avoid snacks
With any time...
Snacks is your
Anymey of food...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Witch
Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.
That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.
Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.
O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.
And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.
But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Treasured
A treasure that was given,
Was dismissed before declared.
The value of it was unknown...
So its purpose was not shared.
It sat amongst the midst of the people.
And they ignored its glow.
They ignored the power of it.
And for years its existence,
The people claimed not to know.
One day the treasure was spotted by a stranger.
Someone who had lived and been around.
Someone who knew what to value in life...
And stumbled accidently,
Upon this small town.
Instantly the treasure was recognized.
And the stranger could not believe what was seen.
The treasure was grateful a respect was shown.
And the people were surprised...
What had been announced by the stranger,
Had not been known!
But it was too late!
The treasure was only there,
To have someone appreciate it.
That appreciation was given!
And the stranger and the treasure...
Forever became enriched friends.
And left together feeling blessed,
They had found each other treasured!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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CAN'T TRUST THE BUST...by talile ali
CAN'T TRUST THE BUST
CAN'T TRUST THE BUST
CAN'T TRUST THE BUST
SUCCUMB TO LUST
CAN'T TRUST THE BUST
EVERY TIME I WALK AROUND
THEN SUDDENLY SEE A WELL SCULPTED PAIR
ALL OF A SUDDEN I FEEL A RUSH,
TOTALLY DAZZLED, JUST HAD TO BE THERE
SO FRAZZLED, BOUNCING WITHOUT A CARE
CAN'T TRUST THE BUST
CAN'T TRUST THE BUST
SUCCUMB TO LUST
CAN'T TRUST THE BUST
DON'T MATTER IF THEY MATCH OR NOT
REAL SATISFACTION, AND THAT'S SAYING A LOT
MY HANDS AND LIPS ARE IN CONTROL
I LOVE THEM BREAST, THEY ARE MY GOAL
CAN'T TRUST THE BUST
CAN'T TRUST THE BUST
SUCCUMB TO LUST
CAN'T TRUST THE BUST
poem by Talile Ali
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Completing All The Touches
Her pupil shone –
Black stole a peek
Her smile wore sleek
Beneath a knowingness
That I would seek
A slipping down of garments,
Jealous of their role
To hide the jewels that complement,
Completing all the touches.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Lines of Lust
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A life in the day of
It was a late, late night;
a wild, wild night;
primitive urges which people
might never have suspected of you
demanding to be slaked,
and slaked and slaked and slaked again
copulation and
population meeting
more than once in ways
no way related to
planned parenthood
but that’s already in
the distant past – the nights
are your own; the day
belongs to others;
it’s morning now; you open
an eye or two; stretch
luxuriously without a hint
of shame; then
a quick grooming – the fancy stuff
can wait til later..
and deal with what your inside
wants to put outside..
maybe a quick stroll in the garden
before or after breakfast
to see what’s new; a few
moments to collect yourself; then
the business of the day
which seems to consist largely
for you, of satisfying the needs
of those strange and otherly
human beings with their irrational
urges for love, pleasure,
consolation, power, control -
compensation for the burden
of being a human being…
you do your best
to doze through this farrago;
you might call it life’s office politics
if you knew what that phrase meant
but you’re a cat,
and know no other life.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Completists
You lured me with your diamond flower
you lured me with talk of still more talk
you lured me with caramelizing power
you lured me a lot.
Clearly lifeless bare feet
and dogs just trained to sniff
you saw him struggle and you saw him cease his struggling
you said we're halfway come and meet us
we're the completists.
You lured me with your bad intentions
you lured me with your Mexican pot
you lured me with desert dimensions
you lured me a lot.
You loaded up your gear so well
you can pack so tight
but I can still hear your tambourine
demeaning you through the night
don't wanna sound defeatist
but we're the 'complete-est'.
Intimate
song performed by by The Tragically Hip from Music @ Work
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Total Trust.....Lost
This is the story of the total trust
You gave me and I lost
I was a bad thing
I never used to think
More than once I dropped
And you helped me on my feet up
And then again I didn't care
And walked in that very same dark track
You pushed me to show me the light
And that there is a better track
Straight, bright and no one can dropp in it
In front of you I walked in it
But still the dark was what I wished
You saw me walk to the light
You gave me your total trust
You never thought I'll go back to the dark
After I knew that there was light
But too bad I did
You somehow saw me in it
And all the trust you gave me I lost
Because you saw me dropp again
But it was a bigger drop
You told me help yourself out
This time I really regret
But you said to late
You've dropped
And only you can help yourself out
Because if I help you
You'll return back to it
That very dark scary track
And here I'm begging you
To help me out of it
And you'll see me in that light
Never wanting that dark life
Please help me out
And give me Ur forgiveness
After I take Allah's.
poem by Rudy Hossam
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