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Art Of Hint

The scent, the taste
The sight, the hearing
The touch, the instinct
Hint plays with our senses

True love or only lust
Growing fear or hidden anger
Beautiful lie or ugly truth
Hint shimmers from the body

Whether strong, whether soft
Unintentional slip, of perfectly planned
Whether puzzling, whether ignored
Hint scattered everywhere

From good news, till the worst scenario
From common sign, to the weirdest attention
The gnawing scar, the flash of glance
Hint whispers to our feeling

The mock in smile, the smile in eyes
The cry in rebel, the rebel in song
The rejection in agreement, the agreement in denial
Hint layered with many sugar

A piece of paper, a micro expression
Tons of questions, lots experience
A direct subject, a mixed signal
Hint needs an interpretation

By curiosity or by wild fantasy
To solve mystery, to prove a crime
The key to your answer or just a false clue
Hint is relied to your belief

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended.

quote by Robert Frost
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Her Pre-valentine Wish

o heavens
i do not
wish to
read her
mind, i
do not
want to
know her
pre-valentine wish:

that her husband>>>>>>>>>>>? i do not, i cannot say it.
let her say it, but i know she won't.

o my God, i do not wish to know what is inside her.
but i have this hint of what she really likes to think

o my God, i do not wish to read her mind and judge her
but i have this hint of what she really like to do

but i give you this hint, she hates me for me telling her
that in truth she is in love with another.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough

I am standing under the mistletoe,
And I smile, but no answering smile replies
For her haughty glance bids me plainly know
That not for me is the thing I prize;
Instead, from her coldly scornful eyes,
Indifference looks on my barefaced guile;
She knows, of course, what my act implies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

I stand here, eager, and beam and glow,
And she only looks a refined surprise
As clear and crisp and as cold as snow,
And as—Stop! I will never criticise!
I know what her cold glance signifies;
But I’ll stand just here as I am awhile
Till a smile to my pleading look replies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

Just look at those lips, now! I claim they show
A spirit unmeet under Christmas skies;
I claim that such lips on such maidens owe
A—something—the custom justifies;
I claim that the mistletoe rule applies
To her as well as the rank and file;
We should meet these things in a cheerful guise—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

ENVOY

These customs of Christmas may shock the wise,
And mistletoe boughs may be out of style,
And a kiss be a thing that all maids despise—
But look at those lips, do! They hint a smile!

poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Seeking Class Not Pizzazz

The only thing people can declare
Rightfully theirs
Without a doubt
Is their debt
And nothing else they possess
Can be claimed to have achieved
Such greatness as they have been taught
To perceive
Such endeavors as these
Without a hint of guilt expressed
And that is a remarkable sign of...
Of...
Of...

'Longevity? '

No!

'Self centered idealism? '

No!
Although I 'feel' your sentiments!
But no!

'Gluttony, Greed, deceit, dishonesty? '

No.
That has already been determinded,
By those staring at the mummified remains
Of Egyptians during the last museum tours.

'I think I've got it!
Listen to this...
'Without a hint of guilt expressed
And that is a remarkable sign of...'
A lack of lust for life! '

I can see why you are not a writer.
That sits no where near being profound!
Oh,
Here we go...
'Without a hint of guilt expressed
And that is a remarkable sign of...
Sadness! '

'Of what?
SADNESS?
That has no pizzazz! '

I'm seeking class not pizzazz.
And there 'is' a difference!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ultimate Mystery

If dark matter and energy comprise
most of the universe
then most of what we see is
bounded by limitlessness-
most, is therefore unknown..

How profound
is this?
The suspicion grows
from hint to sentiment
that what we think of
as dead matter
might be alive.

If the Universe is expanding
and surely it is
then Big Bang Theory
might be simple growth.

The suspicion grows from hint
to sentiment
that dead matter is in fact alive.

If sub-atomic uncertainty
is true
and quantum physics says it is
we then must contemplate that
electrons
pop in and out of existence.

Here and not here;

In this world and not in this world.
A hint: multiple existences.

The air I breath
is ultimate mystery
for not only I
but it
must also be alive.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Looking For The Nearest Exit

I say, I didn't.
And yet,
You are convinced...
With a hint of offensiveness,
That I did do what was not done.

Attracted I am to facts.
But you don't care a thing about that!
Your approach is to match,
Misunderstandings kept you keep to hatch.
And...
As long as we look the way we look,
That is how we will be evaluated.
Although,
That has absolutely nothing to do with talent!

'WHAT? '

I say, I didn't.
And yet,
You are convinced...
With a hint of offensiveness,
That I did do what was not done.

'WHAT?
Didn't or did do what?
You've lost me! '

Oh?
And I am suppose to be surprised?
Everytime we have a conversation,
You vocalize the same thing.

'You have very few friends,
Don't you? '

And what does that comment made to me mean?
Are your trying to avoid the subject?

'No...
I am actually looking for the nearest exit!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Easy Winter

winter is working us now
the subtle air holds the hint of snow
we are captured by an irresistible gravity
that demands sleep and disengagement

Bear
torn between hunger and sleep
feels it too
heaviness moves her slowly
toward a somnolence
that encloses
and holds for us
the promise of another Spring

there is an easy winter in your ways
that is cool
and sometimes removed
a wary smile that holds in it
the hint of stirrings

stirrings of deep springs
moving in the languid earth

poem by Joan Woodbridge
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Hint Of Jasmine

The hint of jasmine
seeped through the broken pane
for the occupant within.
Those that walked the corridors
on their endless trek
searching for their lost loves
they never wanted to let go.
The yawn of a door opening
beckons someone in
then the click of it closing
shows that they are gone again.
Still the occupants wander
on their endless trek
as the hint of jasmine
lingers in the air.

14 October 2009

poem by David Harris
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From One Heart To Another

Echoes of loneliness,
Traces from love affairs,
Will never disappear,
Always come thru.
I thought i'd never know
The time to see you go,
Two people turned into one,
Thinking as one.
A hint in the night,
A touch of a dream,
Has come to an end,
We run from one heart to another again.
The rose of our love
Is withered and torn
And gone from one heart to another.
Sailing away to sea,
The ships made of you and me,
They pass in the darkest nights
And turn out the lights.
And i thought i'd never know the season
To see you go,
Two people twirled into one,
Being as one.
A hint in the night...
Running
Running from one heart to another...

song performed by by Roxette
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I Said 'Suppose' Because

You posed an opposition,
'Cause I said, 'Suppose'.
Without a hint or clue,
Of why my 'supposing' rose.

You doubt me without even knowing...
Whether or not I might agree.
You doubt me without even knowing...
Whether or not you'll disagree with me.

You posed an opposition,
'Cause I said, 'Suppose'.
Without a hint or clue,
Of why my 'supposing' rose.

You doubt me without even knowing...
Whether or not I might agree.
You doubt me without even knowing...
Whether or not you'll disagree with me.

I said 'suppose' because a picture painted...
Needed for me and it to get,
Acquainted.
You have tainted my intention!

You posed an opposition,
'Cause I said, 'Suppose'.
Without a hint or clue,
Of why my 'supposing' rose.

You doubt me without even knowing...
Whether or not I might agree.
You doubt me without even knowing...
Whether or not you'll disagree with me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Result of Your Creation

You don't care where it comes from.
Nor does a hint or clue,
Interest you.
Although it has come to confront...
You rather grunt in irritation.
Nothing about its appearance,
Stirs within you a contemplation to explore...
The origin.
You rather ignore it.
Just like everything you do that is done.
Everyone has begun to notice the crumbling...
Coming to do what has to be done that stuns,
But you!

You don't care where it comes from.
Nor do you wish to know,
It is what you reflect and your neglect
Has left it to grow!
To bring some to weep and many to sow.
Whether or not you accept it to harvest...
Does not affect the effectiveness of the trap.

And the setting of it,
Accepted or not is too damaging for you to take back!
Turn your head on that if you will.
But it is still a result of your creation!
A devastation of a planted ignorance...
You believed would bloom into fruit you would eat!
Like quick sales of stolen goods on urban streets!
Your mindlessness comes back to defeat you!

You don't care where it comes from.
Nor does a hint or clue,
Interest you.
Either you are too blind...
Or being ignorant is a desire you wish,
With a hope others will find in time!
And that time is not too far from your behind.
Unfortunately...
It is your mind that has come to find these times appealing!
With every denial you bring.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Way

THERE is a magic pathway through the wood,
There is a current in the troubled stream,
A happy course to steer, if one but could,
A meaning to the dream.

And some in love and some in dogma find
The hint eternal as they kiss or pray;
Some through the crystal circle of the mind
Discern the way.

And some no hint, no pattern of the whole,
Nor star, nor path, nor channel can perceive -
Attempt no answer to the questing soul,
And yet believe

There is a magic pathway through the wood,
There is a current in the troubled stream,
A happy course to steer, if one but could,
A meaning to the dream.

poem by Alice Duer Miller
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Unconditional Love

It is not easy to please.
Nor is it easier not to!
It is an addiction of sorts...
To come to grips with unconditional love.
It is like a sport one plays...
Just for the enjoyment of it.
There are no expectations.
However...
An appreciation shown,
Once in a while...
Is acceptable!
Even a hint of it,
Stirs up a smile.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty comes also
With age… no hint of guile… it
Comes wrapped in your smile

haiku by David Whalen
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A Prouder Man Than You

If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine,
If you hint of higher breeding by a word or by a sign,
If you're proud because of fortune or the clever things you do --
Then I'll play no second fiddle: I'm a prouder man than you!

If you think that your profession has the more gentility,
And that you are condescending to be seen along with me;
If you notice that I'm shabby while your clothes are spruce and new --
You have only got to hint it: I'm a prouder man than you!

If you have a swell companion when you see me on the street,
And you think that I'm too common for your toney friend to meet,
So that I, in passing closely, fail to come within your view --
Then be blind to me for ever: I'm a prouder man than you!

If your character be blameless, if your outward past be clean,
While 'tis known my antecedents are not what they should have been,
Do not risk contamination, save your name whate'er you do --
`Birds o' feather fly together': I'm a prouder bird than you!

Keep your patronage for others! Gold and station cannot hide
Friendship that can laugh at fortune, friendship that can conquer pride!
Offer this as to an equal -- let me see that you are true,
And my wall of pride is shattered: I am not so proud as you!

poem by Henry Lawson
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Our Lives Are On Different Journeys

Look...
Let's make this an agreement,
Okay.

If you are feeling miserable and feeling pitiful.
And we happen to cross each other's paths,
In public.
No offense should you take IF...
I just don't want you walking next to me.
I don't want the air that I breathe,
Or the atmosphere surrounding me polluted...
By any hint of approaching negativity.

And,
If we can...
Understand that between us,
We will always generate respect...
Knowing our lives are on different journeys.
And maybe one day,
You and I can sit and discuss our experiences.

However,
Right now...
Our boats are not floating,
On the same wavelength intended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The DOGHOUSE

What did I say?
What did I do?
I'm in the doghouse
and I'm so blue.

If I could just remember
I'd make it up to you,
But my memory goes sailing
and finally when it's through
I land on my feet
and feel you retreat
from every thing that I do.

Can you give me a hint, just one little clue?
I'm tired of your drilling eyes
and what will ensue.
The cold, cold shoulder,
the hot temper
and all the missing affection.
I need some tender lovin'.
I've had enough rejection.

What did I say?
What did I do?
You'd better tell me
for I have no clue.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Joy Of A Toy

You wake me up in the middle of the night and burn the cover down.
Youre on the phone in the air like a record try to spin me around.
Oh wont you move away, oh honey get away.
The joy of a toy, is it all that you came for?
The joy of a toy got the look of a lie.
The joy of a toy put the hurt into action.
The joy of a toy, you can kiss this love goodbye.
How can you win when you dont know a thing what love is all about?
Dont want to fight so get out of my sight I wont surrender now.
Its independence day, oh honey get away.
The joy of a toy...
Hello, goodbye...
10 : from one heart to another
Written by per gessle
Published by sweden music ab
Echoes of loneliness, traces from love affairs,
Will never disappear, always come thru.
I thought Id never know the time to see you go,
Two people turned into one, thinking as one.
A hint in the night, a touch of a dream, has come to an end,
We run from one heart to another again.
The rose of our love is withered and torn
And gone from one heart to another.
Sailing away to sea, the ships made of you and me,
They pass in the darkest nights and turn out the lights.
And I thought Id never know the season to see you go,
Two people twirled into one, being as one.
A hint in the night...
Running running from one heart to another...

song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Before The Dawn Turns On

Would you like a pick up in my bucket,
For a nice drive far away?
Would you like a back rub in my tub,
And be relaxed by my serenade?
With no games to be played.
I promise to behave.

I've got no rap to unpack,
To get a piece of your attention.
As a matter of fact,
I'm not like that.

But I do expect some cuddling,
If you hint you want to hug me long!

Yes, I do expect to get it,
If you give it to me...
Before the dawn turns on!

Would you like a pick up in my bucket,
For a nice drive far away?
Would you like a back rub in my tub,
And be relaxed by my serenade?
With no games to be played.
I promise to behave.

I've got no rap to unpack,
To get a piece of your attention.
As a matter of fact,
I'm not like that.

But I do expect some cuddling,
If you hint you want to hug me long!

Yes, I do expect to get it,
If you give it to me...
Before the dawn turns on!
And if it is your wish,
I promise to extend my song...
On and on!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Private Message

I want you so badly
Too bad that you slammed me
And when you are reading the words I write
You think that I'm just some dumb horny guy
I'm trying to show you
A hint of my coolness
But I can't give up on this secret deed
Cuz love is so empty
When you can cheat
Hold my hand
Tell me that you love me
For who i am
But I can't give up on this secret deed
Cuz love is so empty
When you can cheat
Hold my hand
Tell me that you love
For who i am
I'm trying to show you
A hint of my coolness

song performed by by Weezer
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