Love Is Born
my heart makes up my body parts
and my body parts make up my heart.
for when love strikes you
it touches every part of your being
and this is what i'm seeing.
you get a cold chill, and your hairs
stand up on end.
this is a sign.
this is a trend.
it is felt in so many different forms
that's how love is born.
poem by Louis Rams
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Moody
Have you seen
When he makes
Love to you…
Sometimes,
You want to be
Touched all over
Sometimes,
Only the upper
Sometimes,
Only the lower
Sometimes,
All the parts
Sometimes,
Just bits and
Parts…
Why does
Your mind
Make you so
Moody ~
About your
Body?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Which Comes First
when two people get married
is it a marriage of Body and Mind?
or is it a marriage of Heart and Soul?
and which one comes first?
SOMETHING TO PONDER!
what did i feel when i proposed?
my Body: told me that i ached for
the joining together, and sexual fulfillment.
my Mind: told me that i wanted to be
with her for the rest of my life.
my Heart: felt empty without her.
my Soul: soared to the highest height
to see all that could be given and achieved.
when i first saw you my Heart stood still
like on a roller coaster going down
and feeling the thrill.
and as that thrill rose, my Soul climbed high above
to show me this beautiful love.
this love so strong that it consumed my Body and Mind.
that it took me to 'the end of time'.
so for me which came first, as you can
plainly see, Heart and Soul was the one for me.
i give you my Heart- and all it contains
for without you, my life will never be the same.
i give you my Soul-for that is the other part
that i have to give
for without a Soul we can not live.
i give you my Mind- for your love to control
for it protects my Heart and Soul.
i give you my Body-
which is an empty shell
for without your love, i'm in living hell.
these are the four parts of this mere man
and i give it to you, for that's my plan.
i would take the human sufferings of
torture, pain and defeat
as long as i know your love i'll keep.
'YOU ARE LIFE' and all that it holds
Body, Mind, Heart and Soul.
take me as you would a breath of air
and my life with you i will share.
I THINK THE ANSWER THAT I HAVE GIVEN
SHOWS THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.
poem by Louis Rams
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If you refuse me once, and think again
If you refuse me once, and think again,
I will complain.
You are deceiv'd, love is no work of art,
It must be got and born,
Not made and worn,
By every one that hath a heart.
Or do you think they more than once can die,
Whom you deny?
Who tell you of a thousand deaths a day,
Like the old poets feign
And tell the pain
They met, but in the common way?
Or do you think 't too soon to yield,
And quit the field?
Nor is that right, they yield that first entreat;
Once one may crave for love,
But more would prove
This heart too little, that too great.
Oh that I were all soul, that I might prove
For you as fit a love
As you are for an angel; for I know,
None but pure spirits are fit loves for you.
You are all ethereal; there's in you no dross,
Nor any part that's gross.
Your coarsest part is like a curious lawn,
The vestal relics for a covering drawn.
Your other parts, part of the purest fire
That e'er Heav'n did inspire,
Makes every thought that is refin'd by it
A quintessence of goodness and of wit.
Thus have your raptures reach'd to that degree
In love's philosophy,
That you can figure to yourself a fire
Void of all heat, a love without desire.
Nor in divinity do you go less;
You think, and you profess,
That souls may have a plenitude of joy,
Although their bodies meet not to employ.
But I must needs confess, I do not find
The motions of my mind
So purified as yet, but at the best
My body claims in them an interest.
I hold that perfect joy makes all our parts
As joyful as our hearts.
Our senses tell us, if we please not them,
Our love is but a dotage or a dream.
How shall we then agree? you may descend,
But will not, to my end.
I fain would tune my fancy to your key,
But cannot reach to that obstructed way.
There rests but this, that whilst we sorrow here,
Our bodies may draw near;
And, when no more their joys they can extend,
Then let our souls begin where they did end.
poem by John Suckling
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A Healthy Body Means A Healthy Mind
Everybody wants
A healthy body
A compassionate heart
A fine smooth mind
A skin that glows
Hairs that are soft
And freely flow
As smooth as silk
As soft as a cloud
The one who has them
Makes him feel proud
To have a body like this
One does not have to do
Anything special
Has to develop
The habit of excercise
Do not eat food
That is junk and greasy
Respect and preserve
The gift god has given to you
Take Care of your body
The body shall keep you
And your heart happy
Throughout your life
Disease
Shall not come
Near you
Love your body
It shall love you
Never forget
A healthy body means
A healthy mind
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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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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The Parts In Relation To The Whole
the parts in relation to the whole are hard to muster
i get lost somehow
confused on this seemingly unrelated part to another part
like seeing the legs of this millipede
when it would have been easier to think of it
as a worm,
i remember being lost in a forest of trees
wild growing trees where i can no longer figure out the shape
of a single leaf
because it is too dark
and damp
too many little things, too many details, that hinder us
from grasping the wholeness of
things
and people and daily events,
i get tired of all these, parts and parts and parts and some more
miniatures of parts, a letter to the word,
speaking in cut phrases
how can i ever understand this and that?
show me the whole
be whole to me as i am whole to you
touch the parts later
relate it always to me
this love is whole, it was never meant to be chopped
like some garlic and onions
this love is an apple that you see and pick from the tree
take it first
in its appleness, then start to bite
every part is sweet, every part is me,
this love
this me, this whole world is me
it must be first to you
then love becomes us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like Shooting Stars
I heard him say,
When asked
What it felt like when love was lost
When depression overcame,
'Like no love was left in my heart
I checked other parts of my body
It's no longer there either
I'm not sure when it burned out
It was there once
Felt by the rest of my body
Intensified by proximity
To its intended target
Love generated its own light
Created its own heat
I looked for words to describe it
Landed on shooting stars
A thrill to see
Something special
While flying by
But where do they go
That's the problem
I found out
They aren't going
Indefinitely anywhere
For a short time
We see a visable light
Created by them
Then the light is gone
Small pieces of dust rock ice
Debris from the tail of a passing comet
Ignited by friction visable part a meteor
Just passing through our atmosphere
We only see the light
Meteoroids are what causes it
Not as romatic sounding
As Shooting Stars
If by chance one's unusally large
Over a few kilograms
Some parts will
Survive the burning
What's left
That falls to earth
Some say is
Just a piece of cold rock
What was on the outside
Heated up
Burned up
And is gone
What hits earth
Is now called a meteorite
Differnent names
For the different stages
Actually the term
Falling in love
Is a pretty accurate metaphor
When compared to shooting stars
Made up of dust rock and ice
Made visable when heated by friction
Then either slams to earth leaving a scarr
Or is vaporized and is gone.'
That's what he said,
In so many words.
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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L Word
I climb in bed
She's distracted
Flipping pages
Asking for the matches
Cigarette smoke hangs
Just like a curtain
That makes me wonder
Is her love for certain?
I see the truth now
She gave me the blues today
She turns the lights out
Whenever I want to play
Chorus:
(L.O.V.E.) She don't get the message
All I ever wanted was your love
All I ever wanted was your love
Our love is dyin'
On the cold sheets
My body aching
To warm a heart with no heat
Just a whisper
Of the "L" word
Makes her shiver
She touches love with cold feet
In her heart lies the naked truth
I could use today
She turns the lights out
Before my heart can say...
Chorus
Bridge:
L's the word that I heard
From your lips
song performed by by Earth Wind & Fire
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Soul’s relation to body
I love you; who is ‘I’- soul or body?
I won over your heart; you stole my heart.
Heart- do we mean the corporal one?
Soul, the fire, catches the body, the wood.
Soul to soul and body to body, no love sparks.
Soul in body loves soul in body.
Souls or bodies exclusively love not.
Soul and body are not like air and balloon.
Soul and body is like heat and body.
3.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One Part Lullaby
Life is one part lullaby, two parts fear c oscar wilde
One part lullaby, two parts fear
Another animal mixing with the atmosphere
It takes forever to learn to pretend
Nature is the enemy, weather is not your friend
Who can be trusted?
With perfect weather inside
Look for magic in the daily routine
Its all it takes to survive
Leaving heaven below
Go wherever the angels follow
Im watching my body and mind divide
Why live for a future that never arrives on time?
I cant be trusted, Im dust in the wind
I let he weather decide where my day begins
Im not a rebel of the natural one
Im in love with the chemical
Following the setting sun
Lost my patience
All that it takes to survive
Watching my mind and my body divide
Why live for a future that never arrives on time?
Leaving heaven below
Go wherever the angels follow
One part lullaby, two parts fear
Another animal, mixing with the atmosphere
One part lullaby, two parts fear
Im watching my body and mind divide
Why live for a future that never arrives on time?
song performed by by Folk Implosion
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the Self
the self is a mountain
you can go exploring
some parts are not reachable
and some parts so riveting
you just wish to sing them songs
some parts are caves you can shout
and hear your own echoes
some parts are a make belief
haunted house you can frighten yourself with
some parts are chambers of
mysteries you can get lost on your own
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Body To Body
Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Pulling myself together for M'lady Ann Beard
In dreams I can communicate
with disparate parts of me.
I’m learning to appreciate.
The frightening complexity
Of the different parts of me.
Which I must balance constantly
A task I must face every day
so they combine to make me, me..
I am a father and a son.
I am a brother and a friend.
The endless list goes on and on.
It seems as though it has no end.
Somehow I manage to control
at least the parts on public view.
The scattered parts which make the whole
But still conceal a thing or two.
The parts of me I need to change.
I’m sure I can do given time.
Some parts of me are weird and strange.
Like creatures from an earlier time.
The Id tries to assert its will.
The ego sure to disagree.
The super ego bids them both be still.
I just accept they’re part of me.
When other people look at me.
I wonder if they wonder too
If they can see reality.
I am not certain that I do.
Wednesday,02 December 2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Into how many parts would you divide the child after Divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many insane parts would you divide your new-born child’s eternal happiness; after your treacherously vindictive divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many heartless parts would you divide your new-born child’s invincible freedom; after your venomously unbearable divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ribald parts would you divide your new-born child’s unsurpassable creativity; after your lethally unceremonious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many salacious parts would you divide your new-born child’s majestic destiny; after your lecherously ignominious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many emotionless parts would you divide your new-born child’s triumphant spirit; after your contemptuously debasing divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many terrorizing parts would you divide your new-born child’s unbridled fantasies; after your abhorrently cadaverous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many excruciating parts would you divide your new-born child’s humanitarian blood; after your cold-bloodedly cannibalistic divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many tyrannized parts would you divide your new-born child’s unconquerable artistry; after your violently besmirching divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many reproachful parts would you divide your new-born child’s redolent playfulness; after your despicably devastating divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sacrilegious parts would you divide your new-born child’s impregnable mischief; after your sadistically bemoaning divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many wanton parts would you divide your new-born child’s impeccable integrity; after your hedonistically carnivorous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ghoulish parts would you divide your new-born child’s limitless fertility; after your mindlessly malicious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many diabolical parts would you divide your new- born child’s infallible innocence; after your unforgivably truculent divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many vengeful parts would you divide your new-born child’s uninhibited cries; after your preposterously bigoted divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many criminal parts would you divide your new-born child’s princely silkenness; after your tempestuously confounding divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many satanic parts would you divide your new-born child’s tiny brain; after your barbarously ungainly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sadistic parts would you divide your new-born child’s unlimited curiosity; after your egregiously dastardly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many carnivorous parts would you divide your new-born child’s parental longing; after your inanely decrepit divorce?
And you might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but tell me; into how many goddamned parts would you divide your new-born child’s immortal love; after your devilishly vituperative divorce?
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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I am me...
The whole world over there is no-one quite like me,
Every thought, every word I utter is mine alone.
I am unique, all of my dreams are unique,
My body, my emotions, my feelings, my desires.
I own all of my fantasies, my hopes, my dreams and all of my fears,
I cellebrate all of my successes and mourn all of my failures.
I alone own every single part, every single essence of me,
I have learned to love the parts I cannot change.
Whilst attempting to change the parts I cannot love,
By doing so I shall adapt and evolve into this life.
I shall become more than I ever though I could be,
I shall own all of me and therefore design a better me...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Tell It To My Heart
(seth swirsky, earnie gold)
I feel the night explode when were together.
Emotion overload in the heat of pleasure.
Take me Im yours into your arms.
Never let me go.
Tonight I really need to know.
Tell it to my heart
Tell me Im the only one.
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart.
I can feel my body rock every time you call my name.
The passions so complete. its neverending.
As long as I receive, the message youre sending.
Body to body, soul to soul
Always feel you near.
So say the words I long to hear.
Tell it to my heart.
Tell me Im the only one.
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart.
I can feel my body rock every time you call my name.
Love, love on the run, breaking us down,
Though we keep holding on.
I dont want to lose, no I cant let you go.
Tell it to my heart.
Tell me Im the only one.
Is this really love or just a game?
Tell it to my heart.
I can feel my body rock every time you call my name.
Tell it to my heart. tell me from the start. tell it to my heart.
Tell it to my heart. tell me from the start. tell it to my heart.
Never make it stop. oh, take it to the heart.
Tell it to my heart...
(til fade)
song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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Ravenously
It was the startling with you
from the nascent look
and unspoken electricity
a leaping across
an unexpected grabbing
of me at my center
a caught unawareness
a swept away
where the instant
stretched for an eon
from handshake to hello
a weakening in the body
a trembling in the knees
in the most vulnerable parts
of the soul;
a shuddering
in parts below
a cry from long nights
laments
and longings
a stifling of the desire
to consume and be consumed
by you and to consume you
ravenously
completely
and we both be gone
away.
That my love
is how it felt
when we first met
and still when we kiss.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Sculptor
he first sculpted a very shapely body of a woman
thin arms, slender body, soft fingers,
porcelain smooth skin
supple breasts
complete with a face
and other
body parts to the last detail
possible
then he sculpted the man
the usual man with strong arms
gentle eyes and well chiseled
thighs
complete with a face
and other body parts to the last detail
possible
he is so kind enough
to leave the two
in the privacy
of their new found existence
that his chisels
and hammers gave them
despite the fact
that he is gay
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Are The Man
Verse 1:
Nobody touches my heart like you do
I swear Im just hopelessly fatal for you
Cause I cant go through a day without
Thinkin bout kissin you places all over
All over your body and you body all over me
Chorus:
You, you are the man I want
There is no other love
You give me what I need
You are the only man for me
Verse 2:
You can see it in my eyes how much Im feelin you
Theres nobody else in this world would do,
I would do
Cause you will, you will go places
That Im not usually tasted
And it just makes me go crazy
And I cant deny Im obsessed over you
Chorus
Cause you
Long time ago stole my heart
You broke me down from the start
And nothin has changed since the 1st day
That we made sweet love
Chorus
song performed by by En Vogue
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Fulham
Pass it through the hole to make it whole,
Hold it through the rain to make it hard,
But try to show me the sign of your love;
For, it took 46 years to build this house.
Your body,
My body,
Her body,
His body,
Our bodies! !
And like the joy of Fulham in the land of your muse;
But, i am ready to share my love with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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