Should you think of lips
sealed deep within
mythical silences of a snow sparkling mind
make sure you never trace touch
its body surface pronounced in each dawn
for your traces might taint it
with fingertips too cold
the words will be sad
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Arctic
The beautiful wolf
Prances in the cold white snow
Sparkling in sunshine
The cold winter winds dying
And emerging into spring
poem by Dawn Jardine
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Sensual
Fingertips
That brush my lips
That graze across
My closed eyelids
And tingle-dance
down my spine
In tactile touch
So damned divine
Fingertips
That brush my lips
Caress also
My mind
Like feathers touch
Breath held…too much!
So fiercely soft…like fingertips
dipped gently in white wine
poem by David Whalen
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Body Capture
Words will fail here
but my touch will not;
it moves from surface
to deep within.
Mere sentiment too,
is not enough
when Souls Speak
and the body gives
all its got-
willingly and involuntarily;
you know what I mean.
Only once or twice in all of life
does this fire ignite
all the rest is pursuit
of re-occurances.
Now let's end that futile pursuit
and have Release Soul-Strip
come direct
even after touch is ceased;
for to know all is to understand
touch is first
but not the last.
What transpires inside Sheer Desire
is Surrender Plus Exploding Need,
trembling inside Love's Flaming Pyre.
So let this flame
burn, cackle like fire wood,
trembling lurches;
body-fire
which is the Soul's way of saying
'I love you best.'
Mind, Heart and Spirit
agree haltingly
take us both
smells, scents, glistening sweats
to where
we both
have never been.
This is what
life's goals really promise
after Love even,
after beautiful romance, love and sentiment
after every precious word
these all lack meaning
if there is no body-capture
deep within
and trembling
surrender
willingly given
and received.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Footprints
Its beautiful outside, an old hand gathers wood,
Can he see me sitting here? his mind is somewhere else.
His friend have flown away, hes left out in the cold.
He wont sit by my fire, he says he likes it in the snow.
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow.
Its getting dark outside, the old hands going home,
Has he someone waiting there? or is he living on his own?
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow...
White blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt see,
Oh white blanket covers the memory
Of all that used to be. all that used to be.
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way,
He cant help feeling that she might come back someday.
Its beautiful outside, a magpie looks for food.
The old hand throws a crumb,
Do you think hes found a friend?
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow...
White blanket, hiding the traces of paths he didnt take
Oh white blanket covers the memory
Of moves he didnt make
Oh white blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt see
Snow white blanket simply covers the memory
Of all that used to be.
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way
He cant help feeling that she might come back someday.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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What Words Can I Say?
i make life
i want to make life for both of us
the one filled with cheers like the sparkling
champagne on a thin, fragile, transparent glass
so we too can have
very careful fingers to hold it
or it breaks
shatters on the stone floors
and you weep picking up the pieces
your tears cannot ever glue them
whole again
i want to make life and love with you
on words
no no no, not on words alone
on actions and concrete hands that touch your face and make it
warm
i put the sun
and let the water run on the rivers
i want to make love with you
let us leave life for a while
let us close our mouths with words and letters and lines
tonight, i will put the moon and the stars
i like the windows closed
it is too cold
and my bed is small for both of us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Her Name Was Snow (childrens story)
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There is a story that not many children know
Of a young girl - her name was snow.
She would come down - you know not when
But she would become every child s friend.
Children would say that she was
“ as white- as white can be”.
And the suns reflections would dazzle me.
She could make herself “ a blanket on the ground”
Where children could roll and jump on her
And she would not make a sound.
Snow would only come in the winter months.
So that with her the children could play
She was very cold, but they loved her that way.
You could mold her like you would
A piece of clay, and that is the way
That she would stay.
You could make her as an igloo or
A very high wall, or roll her up and
Make her a ball.
There was so many things that you
Could make her to be.
but the thing that she wanted to be the most
Was a white sparkling ghost.
Where she could come when she liked
And the children could have a “snow” ball fight.
So children! When you don’t see snow
coming your way, then wish for her on Christmas day.
poem by Louis Rams
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Her Name Was Snow (children s story)
There is a story that not many children know
Of a young girl - her name was snow.
She would come down - you know not when
But she would become every child s friend.
Children would say that she was
“ as white- as white can be”.
And the suns reflections would dazzle me.
She could make herself “ a blanket on the ground”
Where children could roll and jump on her
And she would not make a sound.
Snow would only come in the winter months.
So that with her the children could play
She was very cold, but they loved her that way.
You could mold her like you would
A piece of clay, and that is the way
That she would stay.
You could make her as an igloo or
A very high wall, or roll her up and
Make her a ball.
There was so many things that you
Could make her to be.
but the thing that she wanted to be the most
Was a white sparkling ghost.
Where she could come when she liked
And the children could have a “snow” ball fight.
So children! When you don’t see snow
coming your way, then wish for her on Christmas day.
poem by Louis Rams
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Snow
i haven't felt and seen snow evern once
perhaps in movies or on tv
but with you this evening
cold and closed and not giving in
to my touch and conversation
looking at someone else
from this table where we are
seated, i think, i know what snow is
what snow storm is there
inside your mind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Tried To Paint A Fire In The Snow
Red and orange, yellow
Maybe a touch of blue
Paint the sky with fire
And the snow with a barren hue
Can we catch these shadows with our hands
Or will the dusk refuse to play our game
I think the streetlamps want to breathe awhile
Before we fit them with a starry frame
The people pass and nod their vacant eyes
We paint them with a dash of loneliness
The keys for home sit anchored in their pockets
And all the words are written on their breath
The snow is whiter than the stone I found
That summer day in august at the shore
We said it looked just like a tiny moon
You held it till the daylight closed its door
But now the snow is growing cold as dawn
And all its left is pictures we could paint
That show two lovers with a broken brush
You paint a sky that I describe as faint
Red and orange, yellow
Maybe a touch of blue
I’ve painted love with fire
And the snow with a barren hue
poem by Ben Paynter
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January-IS COLD!
January, how you make me shiver
My teeth chatter with every snowflake you deliver
Snow piled high on my doorstep
You’ve taken all of my pep
With a cold that is felt to the core
Snow so deep your can’t ignore
Summer seems so far away
But I must embrace the day
A snow flocked forest now me surround
With diamond crystals upon the ground
A beauty so breathe taking to the eye
But the COLD of you…..makes me sigh….
1/12/09
poem by Rhonda Baker
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Writer's Block Again?
i
read my lips
i have lots of words in there
open my heart
there are more
ii
do not touch
my fingertips
you may get
burned
by the fire of
my words
please do not
i told you
you see
you are bitten
iii
be gentle
with our distance
touch me
not
i am this little
butterfly
let me flutter
over your head
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Winters Poem
The cold air swaying through my hair,
The frost on my fingertips, I just can't bare.
The dark, windy nights,
Enough to blow a thousand kites,
The little snow that there is,
The blossoms in the spring I do miss.
Birds hop along the snow looking for food,
While people in their houses try to get into a happier mood.
All the animals keep warm in teams,
As the winters snow glitters with gleam.
poem by Natalie Clyne
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A Cool Touch
Thy trace my body with thy cold finger
Stealing my soul's air
Living on my voluptuous sense thy slowly linger
Burrowing in to my love lair.
A luscious love mine body thy instrument
Lightly playing with passionate haste
Distilling passion on my flesh so eloquent
Cooling my body to ethereal chaste
I freeze into you.
Cold as thy tingling touch
I freeze into thine color, thine love, thine colorful love blue.
Crystallizing into cold, and beautiful as morning dew…
I melt into one, one as sweet as you.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Red, Sparkling Wine
I Have Seen A Sight
Of a Man Falling Down …
… it wasn’t for a Fight
… but it was due to what He’d Found …
… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She Should Be A Crime …
Red Sparkling Wine…
She Starts out – Flowing – Smooth
Gets in Your Blood – Then You got Somethin’ to Prove!
You Chase Her Intoxicating Perfume
… must be Brand X … or Lady-Doom …
… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Feeling So Sublime …
Red Sparkling Wine…
… Sweet from the Vine, but She ain’t Vintage
Make You Loose Your Mind and Your Hard-Earned Wages
Her Cheap-Thrills… can’t Heal a Heart, that’s Bruised …
You ain’t in Love! … just in a Bottle of Booze …
of Red Sparkling Wine… Once in awhile is Fine
Red Sparkling Wine… Know the Warning Signs ….
of Red Sparkling Wine…
She’s Beautiful, as She Pours
Your Problems – Passed-Out, on The Floor
She’s Crystal-Blood in an Hour-Glass
Her Pity-Promises… just don’t Last…
Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She’ll have You begging for Dimes …
… to buy … Red Sparkling Wine…
She’ll leave You Broke, You won’t be able to Think
She’s ‘Madam Dope’ … if You Need One More Drink
… of Red Sparkling Wine… Just a Matter of Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Have Another… ‘ Cause I’m …
… Red Sparkling Wine …
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Da Ya Think Im Sexy
(rod stewart / carmine appice)
Sugar, sugar
She sits alone waiting for suggestions
Hes so nervous avoiding all the questions
His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding
Dont you just know exactly what theyre thinking
If you want my body and you think Im sexy
Come on sugar let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
Come on honey tell me so
Tell me so baby
Hes acting shy looking for an answer
Come on honey lets spend the night together
Now hold on a minute before we go much further
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother
They catch a cab to his high rise apartment
At last he can tell her exactly what his heart meant
If you want my body and you think Im sexy
Come on honey tell me so
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
Come on sugar let me know
His hearts beating like a drum
cos at last hes got this girl home
Relax baby now we are alone
They wake at dawn cos all the birds are singing
Two total strangers but that aint what theyre thinking
Outside its cold, misty and its raining
They got each other neither ones complaining
He says I sorry but Im out of milk and coffee
Never mind sugar we can watch the early movie
If you want my body and you think Im sexy
Come on sugar let me know
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
Come on honey tell me so
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
Come on sugar let me know
If you really, really, really, really need me
Just let me know
Just reach out and touch me
If you really want me
Just reach out and touch me
Come on sugar let me know
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
Come on sugar let me know
If you, if you, if you really need me
Just come on and tell me so
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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When mere words
When mere words
cannot really say
how deep my feelings
of love for you
really go
and why you make
my heart,
my whole body glow,
then I want you to read
every little deed, touch and look
that says so much
of where words cannot go
and in your heart to know
that God had made you mine.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Writing Days Of Oblivion
is a way to make the bird define the length of its flight
fearing there will be too much to cast back in what's meant to be
just poems of the past looking for the words of the future
both spelled in moments caught like treasure pearls
sealed deep withing the shells of silence
singing with the waves 'we've got nothing to conceal
but what you hear is not what we really reveal'
just as I make 700th circle on the tree trace
to define the age of its growth towards the sky
I stay deaf towards a benevolent warning to forget
because if we forget it will be forgotten
even if what one gives is so rarely the thing taken
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Snowbound
Lay your body down upon the midnight snow,
Feel the cold of winter in your hair
Here in a world of your own,
In a casing thats grown
To a childrens delight
That arrived overnight.
And here they come to play their magic games
Carving names upon your frozen hand.
Here in a world of your own,
Like a sleeper whose eyes
Sees the pain with surprise
As it smothers your cries
Theyll never never know.
Hey theres a snowman
Hey, hey what a snowman
Pray for the snowman
Ooh, ooh what a snowman
They say a snow years a good year
Filled with the love of all who lie so deep.
Smiling faces tear your body to the ground
Covered red that only we can see.
Here in a ball that they made
From the snow on the ground,
See it rolling away
Wild eyes to the sky
Theyll never, never know.
Hey theres a snowman
Hey what a snowman
Pray for the snowman
Ooh, ooh what a snowman
They say a snow years a good year
Filled with the love of all who lie so deep.
Hey there goes the snowman
Hey there what a snowman
Hey there lies the snowman
Hey he was a snowman
They say a snow years a good year
Filled with the love of all who lie so deep.
song performed by by Genesis
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Touch Too Much
It was one of those nights
When you turned out the lights
And everything comes into view
She was taking her time
I was losing my mind
There was nothing that she wouldnt do
It wasnt the first
It wasnt the last
She knew we was making love
I was so satisfied
Deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove
Chorus:
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This kind of womans gonna drive me insane
Shes got a touch, a touch too much
She had the face of an angel
Smiling with sin
A body of venus with arms
Dealing with danger
Stroking my skin
Let the thunder and lightening start
It wasnt the first
It wasnt the last
It wasnt that she didnt care
She wanted it hard
And wanted it fast
She liked it done medium rare
Chorus
Seems like a touch, touch too much
You know its much too much, much too much
I really want to feel your touch too much
Girl you know youre getting me much too much
Seems like a touch
Just a dirty little touch
I really need your touch
Cause youre much too much too much
Chorus
song performed by by AC-DC
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Gimme The Car
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
I got this girl I wanna....
Come on dad gimme the car
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
I tellya what Im gonna do
Im gonna pick her up
Im gonna get her drunk
Im gonna make her cry
Im gonna get her high
Im gonna make her laugh
Im gonna make her...shh
Woman, woman, woman
She gotta knows shes it
Cause Im gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
And she can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
Time goes by I can feel myself growing old
Burning inside makin this boy turn out cold
Whats wrong, whats right
I dont care when I hate my life
Whats wrong, whats right
Yknow people dont care when they hate their life
But how can I explain personal pain
How can I explain personal pain
How can I explain my voice is in vain
How can I explain the deep down
Driving, driving, driving,
Weredriving, weredriving, weredriving
Hey dad speaking of driving
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
So much he dont understand
Just might never make it to a man
Come on dad gimme the car
I aint no runt
Come on girl gimme your...
Cause I aint had much to live for
I aint had much to live for
Yknow I aint had much to live for
Yknow I aint had much to live for
Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
Recorded at music works, london
*previously unreleased
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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