Touching
She has a four inch scar-
vertical-
from above her navel,
to her almost there.
Slightly raised
it has it's smooth parts
and its bumpy parts
which I feel most nights;
each time wondering if
the bumpy will get smooth
or the smooth bumpier.
It at times
seems to signify
her good half
and her better half.
She doesn't notice
since I touch it so often
like a nightly ritual.
It must soothing to her;
she doesn't protest.
'Thanks Dear' she most often says.
I imagine
she imagines
this is our way
of staying in touch
and I feel her
in this.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Country Is Like A Body
When one part sick
All parts look unhealthy
When one part missing
All parts get the impact
When one part is weak
Do other parts only blame and not help to fix it?
When one part is failed
Do other parts only let it fall and not support it?
Even it is often forgotten
It doesn't mean it is not important
Even it is always underestimated
It doesn't mean it could completely be ignored
One part may be incapable
But it doesn't mean all parts can do nothing
One part may be invalid
But it doesn't mean all parts should also give up the spirit
In some incredible moment they are working together
In some unseen place they don't stop to struggle
It may be hard but always raises up the hope
It may be small change but always look forward
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Gliding In The Air
A bird is wrestling the wind with its feathers,
Even then the flight is smooth, as smooth as the air.
Best of the eagles are against the flight of others,
Eventually they look like a mouth, as smooth as the air.
A strange spectacle has been captured in the rain,
After a bird, not reptile, does fly south, as smooth as the air.
When strangers bespeak a multifarious journey through the air,
I gather it is more than just levitation or youth, as smooth as the air.
I love the young journey to the east,
A happy rhythm up north, as smooth as the air.
Why do we hesitate to look powerful?
When we glide in the sky, as smooth as the air.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Newcastle
The winding smooth river,
The restless city life,
the fantastic football team,
and best of all the grateful souls of Newcastle.
The enormous stadium,
The small players,
The vast crowd,
and the gigantic atmosphere,
all here at the home of
NEWCASTLE!
Before the match burgundy wine,
first half scorching goal,
half time smooth as a babies bottom beer,
second half dramatic penalty
after match scrumptious fruity cider,
all in days fun in Newcastle.
poem by Ogi Renforth
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Wake Up
Wake up!
You cant remember where it was.
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold
Glazed & shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.
And she was beside me.
Old, shes numb.
Her dark, red hair,
The white soft skin.
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look!
Shes coming in here
I cant live thru each slow century of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain...
song performed by by Doors
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Your Touch
Tears in my eyes pain in my heart.
My whole world seems to be falling apart.
An thru the pain an sadness a smile comes on my face.
You wipe away my tears n in your arms u embrace.
You forever make me weak.
When u lay your hands on me I am lifted off my feet.
You take me by the hand and tell me it's ok.
An instantly when I look at u the pain goes away.
Your hands so smooth n your touch so soothing.
The road right now is bumpy but soon it will start smoothing.
I could never give back everything u gave to me.
An I know your scared yet u still have faith in me.
So take my hand once again n I promise I want hurt u.
Because u can't deny that what we have is true.
I promise u baby when I get one more chance.
I will treat u perfect n we'll have our first dance.
An then our love will just keep growing stronger.
As we have kid's n become rich n live together so much longer.
Holding u at night thinking bout u thru the day.
I'm sure this hurt I caused u will never go away.
But the good will soon outweigh the bad.
An there will never be another day and your life where u will stay sad.
poem by David duckworth
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0027 Dog and Man
Beside me as I sit here typing is a golden pool, of relaxation,
alertness, patience and trust, uniquely brought together
in one glorious being. Do we really deserve each other?
surely anyone who has brushed the coat of, let’s say,
a golden Labrador, should be instantly converted
to belief in God? Or at the very least,
in an evolution which is more miraculous, more glorious
than many people’s view of God…
the long, smooth, silky, strong hairs on the back;
the trailing, slightly grubby hairs
of that emotional telegraph, the tail,
the magic gradations of the head hairs,
from sleek and flat around the collar; so fine in the ears;
laid so beautifully on the bony forehead which seems
so intelligent as you touch it, gently, on the centre,
watching the brimming, trusting, wary, luscious eyes; with
those almost hidden, expressive eyebrow hairs;
to smooth and wiry snout hairs toward the jaw,
around that moist muzzle, Columbus to the world,
which you may with his permission
touch lightly, as you’d touch
the most delicate of machinery made by man
how we may wonder, what they think of us,
as surely such magnificence must think?
Not so much, whether we’re God, or
Domestic Provider, or Leader of
The Depleted Pack, or simply
Today’s Elected Master –
no, the more intimate things, like – well, who knows? -
why They don’t look us in the eye at all times,
or what They're so busy doing between meals,
or why They just keep a boring straight line when
we go out for a wildness? in that map
of wind and air and smells and trails
and messages and mysteries, written
new every day, which They call
‘going for a walk’; requiring Their donning
of more layers of bedding material, never
to feel, poor species, the wind in Their fur
except on that insensitive slightly hairy head which doesn’t
even enjoy the world of smell?
but we have our special moments,
He and I; we play that game which is
our special thing; I’m lying there,
relaxed, alert, patient, trustful, sensing
it’s the time for wildness; we’re together in the head,
sharing the same mind just for a moment;
He doesn’t need to make more than that
familiar sound in his throat, the man-music
which as a puppy, I got to know as
‘would you like to go for a walk…? ’ –
now He plays this game, just makes that noise
in his throat… and my ears prick up – He’s mine
for a joyous whole hour, we’re going to live it up
where life is really lived – Outside.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Got A New Satin Jockey
IT FEELS so smooth on my skin
deep down under my
thighs i feel like a
god
my inner glands
are so curious about something
smooth and new
and tickling
like your feather dusters
and i like you looking at me
like i am a
born-again christian
on the other hand what really matters
is not this satin jockey
it is still what is bobbing inside
that really counts
feel it like your
throbbing heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Onlooker, Mist and the Mountain
'I touch you and feel that you're great! .'
Mist whispers.
'It's very smooth your kiss
And I love you!
But you float
And I am stagnant.'
Mountain cries.
'I know the sadness
That touch my heart
And she never betrays me.'
The spectator smiles.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Travelling Life With Love
Some roads are smooth
Some parts are rough
Bumps and holes
Are parts of the road called life
Some scenes are lush green
Some are of barren sands
Scenes good or bad
Together we will travel.
When storm is raging
And frightful bolts strike
In thunder and rain
We will travel together.
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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One Almost Might
Wouldn't you say,
Wouldn't you say: one day,
With a little more time or a little more patience, one might
Disentangle for separate, deliberate, slow delight
One of the moment's hundred strands, unfray
Beginnings from endings, this from that, survey
Say a square inch of the ground one stands on, touch
Part of oneself or a leaf or a sound (not clutch
Or cuff or bruise but touch with finger-tip, ear-
Tip, eyetip, creeping near yet not too near);
Might take up life and lay it on one's palm
And, encircling it in closeness, warmth and calm,
Let it lie still, then stir smooth-softly, and
Tendril by tendril unfold, there on one's hand ...
One might examine eternity's cross-section
For a second, with slightly more patience, more time for reflection?
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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A Handkerchief Surrenders
If I can but see
those reaching arms before me,
feel flat against my chest
your welcoming breasts;
for me this would content.
If I could but feel
that dizzying quivering
your touch makes,
that for me would content.
If I can see
my own soul stirrings
in your beckoning eyes,
my contour
fitting your contour
perfectly,
I'd sigh
the perfect sigh.
So close we;
paper thin
the space between;
that all points of contact
blend
smooth skin
against smooth skin.
.
Give me your handkerchief;
wave it
before me;
and here is mine
in sweet
surrender,
buffeted
by that perfect breeze;
my
and your
deep breathing
brings.
mutually;
handkerchiefed.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Smooth Sailing
Smooth sailing in a sailing boat on the Caribbean Sea
It is Christmas and the spirit of giving is in the air
In other parts of the world it is snowing
Here it is sunny and bright
Smooth sailing in a Caribbean Sea, what a wonderful place to be
The palm trees are all over the Island
I felt in love with this place already, you can tell by my body language
The Caribbean is like home for me
I wonder what lives in that Caribbean Sea so crystal clear that you can See the bottom of this sea
At the end of the day the sun goes down and I take pictures of the Caribbean Sea
Memories of my sailing trip in the carribean to keep and to share with Others
I fished a few times in the carribean sea
I have everything on board of my sailing boat
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Fine Line
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
Don't pretend you don't see
What's in front of your eyes
We're scraping the gutter
Or we're touching the skies
There's times when I feel
I'm in the eye of a storm
But there's times when I feel
That we could fly up to the moon
To the moon
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
I know you agree that
We should try to work it out
It's too good to throw away
I never had a doubt
We're so good together
And there's nothing to prove
Seems we gotta learn
To take the rough times with the smooth
With the smooth
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
song performed by by Will Young from From Now On
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My Heart Still Beats
You're holding me
I close my eyes
You're whispering
And I start to cry
You feel so good
So beautiful
For as long as you live
Don't let me go
Just hold me
Touch me
Feel me
As long as you love me
Reach for me
And need me
If you could trust me
And teach me
Never let go of me
Because you're half of me
My heart still beats
Looking in the eyes
The eyes of love
I hold your face
And I see the sun
And I taste your kiss
You touch my soul
I'm feeling things
I've never felt before
Just hold me
Touch me
Feel me
As long as you love me
Reach for me
And need me
If you could trust me
And teach me
Never let go of me
Because you're half for me
My heart still beats
I am feeling
What they call pure love
I never know
Feelings like this
Could exist
Inside of me
I'm soaring
Emotions exploding
I don't wanna live
Another day if you're
Not here with me
Just hold me
Touch me
Feel me
As long as you love me
Reach for me
And need me
If you could trust me
And teach me
Never let go of me
Because you're half of me
My heart still beats
Because you're half of me
song performed by by Destiny's Child from Survivor
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Release Yourself
There is no was for you in your heart
Which is why there was no is for me
Some parts of yourself
You never to touch
Deeply denied they creep
Through the keyholes of your soul
Some parts of yourself
You touched too many times
Each touch fed hands
Too close to distrust
The keys is was never in my hands
You are free if free is what you want
Release yourself
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Unexpected Things...
It's unexpected..
But it's something that causes you to catch your breath..
Make you sway
Perhaps it makes your pupils dilate..
The look of his fingers as they dance on a keyboard..
Those hands are unexpectedly
Somehow
Attractive
She imagines them on her..
And, a blush creeps to her cheeks
Making her flush
Making her warm
An unexpected glance at her flesh..
Her shirt lifts as she reaches up to adjust something too high...
It's that area at the small of her back
Near her side
And,
His eyes linger..
Tracing her form
While she is unarmed in her lack of awareness
He can't help himself..
Even that small glimpse
Leaves his throat dry
Makes his hand twitch
To touch..
Even a fleeting touch
Is that asking for too much?
Lips
What can one say..
When they are full
And
Beautiful
And inviting
And so soft..
She bites her lower lip all the time
She imagines her lips
Dancing on his..
He thinks he'd like to be the one to
Bite
See what her lips taste like
Her collar bone..
He imagines his lips there
His tongue tracing the perfect arch
To the dip at her throat..
Her eyes
They grow bigger at the site of him
Surprised
It's not a controlled reaction
Heartbeats accelerate
His neck..
The back where tapered
Perfectly clipped hairs
Meet the edge of his shirt..
But leave enough space
To spy his skin..
She imagines what it would feel like...
If her lips ever met his skin there
Her legs
Sculpted perfection in heels..
He imagines...
His eyes
So warm
She likes the way they look at her
And, when he laughs
His smile reaches them..
Her skin
Golden sun kissed and warm
Smooth...
Soft..
He wonders
If she's smooth and soft and golden
Everywhere..golden...delicious...
His voice
She can close her eyes and listen to his voice all day..
It calls to her
Somewhere deep inside
There is a reaction..
Her smile
He likes to see her smile
Especially when he's the one
Who has caused it..
She likes his arms
She's always had a thing for shoulders..
He likes her hair
Wonders how soft it is
How it smells
They spend their days
Wondering...
When things get dull..
Even when they aren't...
Daydreaming..
Each relieved
The other can't read thoughts..
Both acutely aware
Of the other...
She smells like...
His sent is that of...
It was unexpected
The realization of the other
It was surprising..
A shock to the system
A sudden awareness
Something that caused their breath to catch
Make them sway
Make their pupils dilate
It's a heady reaction
Unexpected in so many ways.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Sorrowful ocean
Life is like vast ocean,
Full of sorrow and pain,
Joy less and worry main,
Not to loose hope and energy regain,
To Learn a lesson from each failure,
Content with less and nothing to procure,
Difficulties more but patience to endure,
No immediate result but success is sure,
If life was ever to be smooth,
Who would pray and take oath?
Eat more and carry the weight
Sound sleep and get up late
Life and death are two parts of wheel
failure of any one may makes us to feel
Life may move on and doesn’t come to an end
Pray for success and ways to mend
who understands life but never lament?
No regrets but passing the comment
trying very hard to overcome the shock
Time never stops as clicks the time in clock
Hardship may give you endurance and strength
Will power to withstand and go to any length
No loss of face but to feel at ease,
Success to knock and failure to cease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Touch Me
You touch me and the entire world is still.
The silence that your touch does bring
is like a magic pill.
You touch me and I still feel the thrill.
The feeling your touch does bring
takes away my chill.
The times you've touched me I remember well.
The soothing calmness that it gave
created love's sweet spell
that mystifies and beautifies
everything you are.
So every time you touch me
there is silence in my heart.
There's nothing in this world as sweet
that can play its part
like your touch.
So touch me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Passing Of A Heart
O touch me with your hands--
For pity's sake!
My brow throbs ever on with such an ache
As only your cool touch may take away;
And so, I pray
You, touch me with your hands!
Touch--touch me with your hands.--
Smooth back the hair
You once caressed, and kissed, and called so fair
That I did dream its gold would wear alway,
And lo, to-day--
O touch me with your hands!
Just touch me with your hands,
And let them press
My weary eyelids with the old caress,
And lull me till I sleep. Then go your way,
That Death may say:
He touched her with his hands.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Samuel and Harold discuss Ovid's dictum
S You look much the same, Harry
H You don’t look much different, Sam
S Though times change
H They don’t stay the same
S Or perhaps they seem to change
H Or seem to be different
S And we change too
H We’re not quite the same
S Though perhaps they only seem to change because we’ve changed
H Perhaps we’re different and they only seem to change
S On the other hand, perhaps times do change and we only seem to change
H Perhaps we only seem to change because times do change
S Or perhaps both change
H Perhaps neither stay the same
S That would make it difficult to tell
H It wouldn’t be easy
S Perhaps you’ve changed and I don’t notice it
H Or perhaps I’ve changed and you don’t notice it
S I feel mostly the same, though
H I don’t feel much different
S Though in some ways I feel different
H I don’t feel quite the same myself
S Life moves on
H It doesn’t stay the same
S Though I’d know you anywhere
H I can’t imagine not knowing you. Anywhere.
S Our plays change, but the dialogue…don’t you think?
H They are different, but the dialogue…as you say..
S Alive or dead… the play doesn’t change…
H Dead or alive…the play stays much the same, , ,
S Though the dialogue…
H Ah yes, the dialogue…
S Yours, for instance…
H Or indeed, yours…
S That dictum of Ovid…
H Ah yes, Ovid’s dictum...
S So true…
H Not untrue…
S Plus ca change... as they say, Harry...
H... plus ca la meme chose, as they say, Sam...
(Curtain)
For Jerry.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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