Greek Love-Talk
What I have already learned as a lover,
I see you, beloved, learning angrily;
then for you it distantly departed,
now your destiny stands in all the stars.
Over your breasts we will together contend:
since as glowingly shining they've ripened,
so also your hands desire to touch them
and their own pleasure superintend.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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You Touch Me
You touch me
and my world stands still.
You touch me
and I still feel the thrill.
The world becomes silent
and I know it always will
if you touch me.
So please just touch me.
'Cause everytime you touch me
there's a silence in my heart.
I break in little pieces and slowly come apart.
I remember all those touches.
They're with me every day.
I think all about them and all I want to say
is touch me.
Please touch me.
Touch me in every little way.
You touch me
and my world is bright.
You touch me
and the stars at night
start to burn like a fire
and I feel your desire
to touch me. So please just touch me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Distantly In Love
Distantly in love
By: jimmy buffett
1983
For jane and savannah jane
Payphones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin by
Lovely dancers swayin to an island lullaby
Beside the southern ocean taking stock of whats to be
Writing you this letter that youll probably never see
Chorus:
But I cant help but be
Ruled by inconsistencies
Not unique just distantly in love
Tried to phone from paris thinking things could be arranged
Me and you would rendezvous but I found your number changed
So I drove to san remo where the crazy painter dwells
Toasted our old photograph still up there on his shelf
Chorus:
But I cant help but be
Ruled by my antiquities
Not unique just distantly in love
I cant be the one to fill
Your times and all your places
I cant be the one to fill
Your blanks and empty spaces
I heard it from a friend of ours I saw in timber bay
You had a new lover who had stolen you away
That could be the reason that I never got in touch
May present slight problems if he loves you half as much
Chorus:
As I who cant help but be
Ruled by my antiquities
Not unique just distantly in love
You know I cant help but be
Part of my own philosophies
Not unique just distantly in love
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Mandolin: josh leo
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Beloved’s Home Vavroovahana Patra
The Curvy rural path mingles with the fountain;
The small home of the beloved smiles below the mountain.
Cosy purple sun beam kisses beloved’s Abode of peace;
She smiles as a Fairy of Heaven with Divine Bliss.
Solitude, tranquillity, peace reigns in the lap of Nature;
Beloved smiles with peace to content lover’s desire.
Blossoms of garden bloom delightfully;
Lovely bride attracts lover’s mind enthusiastically.
Flowers of Goldmohur welcomes the lover;
Melodious brook congratulates, contents lover’s desire.
Innocence pervades in the environment of beloved;
She allures lover, makes him glad.
Cuckoo’s melody enthuses the lover;
Derives perpetual peace in the lap of Nature.
Innocent beloved allures as a peerless Beauty;
Lover enchants in a dreamland with delight.
True love takes lovers on right path;
With a little conversation they derive mirth.
Love enhances day by day;
Lovers enjoy lives with gay.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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SUPpRESSED DESIRES
Her only home is herself
her only contact to her body
her hands
untouched by man who want
to sleep with her in the nest
of desire,
she refuses all offers
regardless of color and shape
deep within her
pressure is building
like a tornado
but she keeps herself
composed like a placid lake
like an undisturbed sky
glittering with the beauty of
the stars
a volcano is erupting inside
her breasts
she refuses hands and lips
and mouths
her house is herself
abandoned by the sun
and the rain
she is alone and too lovely
still
the moon tonight by her
open window shall be her lover
she is after all a metaphor
of suppressed desires.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spotless hands
With her hands together she prayed,
when I was sick sat at my bed
and with bright eyes she looked into my soul
past how things look on the exterior
and now that life, destiny destroys me,
it is still she that stands with me,
she is still kneeling
for the salvation of my soul
where she stands with spotless hands,
held together
hands that carry the marks of life,
while she asks for no own gain
only bringing me the whole time to God,
never complaining over her destiny.
[O smettelose hande (O spotless hands) by N.P. Van Wyk Louw.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Letter, 1974
A certain man was left alone
Creating work for his hands to own
Left alone by his woman lover
Abandoned by a man, his brother
Humbled he lay reading poems
Relearning faith from modern bibles
Reading in poems of a fool Isaiah
Instructed in his own desire
A dreaming man once found a letter
Beloved hands, but not for him
A letter returned to the stars
To free him from his burning heart.
poem by Frank Bana
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Dearly Beloved (write To Me)
Write me a poem, dearly beloved,
Write of your love, your fidelity, your proclivity
For doing what is right for me, not what is right;
Speak to me of what you feel
Not sugared words served on pity tarts
Write me a poem, dearly beloved,
If you cannot, then contend to break my heart.
Write me a prose, dearly beloved,
Then narrate it on an elevated stand
To the heavens and the sea and whatever lies betwixt
The shadows of both so that all can hear;
Speak only truth for I cannot stomach lies of such art
Write me a prose, dearly beloved,
If you cannot, then contend to break my heart.
Write me a sonnet, dearly beloved
And sing it by the edge of the fast flowing stream
Sing to me as if you sang to all the forest
And called forth its life from the concealing leaves of jade
And of this assembly of the innocent, I shall be an active part
So write me a sonnet, dearly beloved,
If you cannot, then contend to break my heart.
poem by Samah Khan
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To learn is to unlearn
I have unlearned what I had learned
No more belief in stars, spirits and gods..
I have unlearned what I had learned
No more like for air, pride and fancy.
One learning cancels the other learning.
08.08.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ah, the Pleasure
Ah, the pleasure to sleep with your lover,
to feel body warmth,
soft gently breath of contented sleep,
comfort in a space shared,
an arm gently over your body,
a movement in sleep which leads to a cuddle or embrace,
perhaps even a sleepy kiss and to sleep again with your lover,
to know so much pleasure in time not concious to the woken mind,
to touch and feel safe,
to gently waken after sleeping with your lover,
Ah, the pleasure to sleep with your lover..............
This was my thoughts after a shared wonderful weekend with my lover.
poem by Linda Dyer
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Our Destiny Is In Our Own Hands
Our destiny is in our own hands some have been known to say
But circumstance in all of that must have some part to play
If you are born on no hope street and homeless in your youth
To you our destiny is in our own hands does not have a ring of truth.
Our destiny is in our own hands to some may well apply
It may apply to you and he and her as well as I
But not of course to everyone each day thousands of hunger die
Our destiny is in our own hands to the millions is a lie.
The innocents who die in war and acts of terrorism did not create their destiny
They would not wish it on themselves for to die so tragically
Their destiny was in others hands which often is the case
They just happened at the wrong time for to be in the wrong place.
That our destiny is in our own hands apply to some maybe
But ninety nine per cent of street kids will die in poverty
Due to their circumstances of birth they are condemned to fail
And some of them die of drug overdoses and some of them die in jail.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Shes Out Of My Life
Ooh, shes out of my life
Shes out of my life
Ooh
I dont know whether to laugh or cry
I dont know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
Shes out of my life
Ooh, shes out of my hands
Shes out of my hands
To think for two years that she was here
And I took it for granted
I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
Shes out of my hands
So Ive learned that love is no possession
And Ive learned that love wont wait
Now Ive learned love need expression
But Ive learned much too late
And shes out of my life
Out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
Kept my love for her locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
Shes out of my life
Ooh, shes out of my life
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Desire
I desire everything you are,
the sun, the moon, you're my shining star.
I smell the perfume of your hair
and my desire is beyond compare.
I feel your lips when they touch mine.
To me they are like sippimg wine.
I drink you in. I feel your breath.
I'll desire you until my death.
I desire everything you are.
My time with you has healed a scar
upon my heart that came to me
before I knew what love could be.
I touch the smoothness of your skin
and my desire creates this mood I'm in.
My passion becomes a burning flame
and overtakes all sense of shame.
For me there is no shame, my love.
There's only sweet desire.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Love, Lust Longing
Love you with a deep desire
Lust for you with my whole being
Long for you to hold me close
Longing and lust my lover.
Desire your arms about me
Deep within me I quiver
Don’t deny me your loving
Deep desire you just cant deny.
Touch me so gently
Taste my want so strong
Tremble my body now lover
Touch, taste and tremble
poem by Alison Smith
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Loner's Mornin
I write this...
Because the voice inside me
Will not be still
I loved a woman
I gave a lot to her
I thought I learned what love was
I laughed in the lover's twilight
Now I sigh in the loner's mornin'
I hummed the lover's tune
Now I sing the loner's blues
She got under my desire
She peeled away the layers
Now she is gone
But the desire remains
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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She's Out Of My Life
She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I don't know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that love won't wait
Now I've learned that love needs expression
But I learned too late
She's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
Kept my love for her locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
song performed by by Michael Jackson from Off The Wall
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The Fortune-Teller
Down in the valley come meet me to-night,
And I'll tell you your fortune truly
As ever 'twas told, by the new-moon's light,
To a young maiden, shining as newly.
But, for the world, let no one be nigh,
Lest haply the stars should deceive me,
Such secrets between you and me and the sky
Should never go farther, believe me.
If at that hour the heavens be not dim,
My science shall call up before you
A male apparition -- the image of him
Whose destiny 'tis to adore you.
And if to that phantom you'll be kind,
So fondly around you he'll hover,
You'll hardly, my dear, any difference find
'Twixt him and a true living lover.
Down at your feet, in the pale moonlight,
He'll kneel, with a warmth of devotion --
An ardour, of which such an innocent sprite
You'd scarcely believe had a notion.
What other thoughts and events may arise,
As in destiny's book I've not seen them,
Must only be left to the stars and your eyes
To settle, ere morning, between them.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Hey There Beloved
Hey there beloved why are you walking away from me?
Hey there beloved don't you know all those gifts are from me?
Hey there beloved I carried you through your storms
Hey there beloved come back to me
Hey there beloved don't you know I'm waiting with open arms
Hey there beloved I wish you were not blind but could turn back and see
Hey there beloved don't you notice my art?
Hey there beloved my love for you is in every night sky
Hey there beloved look for my love in the sunset
Hey there beloved, the sun is for you
Hey there beloved the coolness of clouds is for your enjoyment
Hey there beloved I love you
Hey there beloved You can walk away
Hey there beloved it makes me cry when you chase other lovers, but
Hey there beloved I'll let you go because I want you to choose me
Hey there beloved I want you to learn to love me
Hey there beloved don't go to them
Hey there beloved they cannot fill you up
Hey there beloved, I'll never give up on you
Hey there beloved I'm full of tears
Hey there beloved I made you for so much more
Hey there beloved you don't have to dress like that
Hey there beloved they don't really love you
Hey there beloved you're more than just a body
Hey there beloved you don't have to try to be something you're not
Hey there beloved I still love you
Hey there beloved you don't have to earn my love
Hey there beloved those things won't satisfy you
Hey there beloved heed my voice that path will destroy you
Hey there beloved you're broken, but
Hey there beloved my heart breaks for you
Hey there beloved can't you see the brokenness?
Hey there beloved why do you ignore me
Hey there beloved.... I love you with all that I am
Hey there beloved, that's everything there is
Hey there beloved I love you with my entire being
Hey there beloved that's grander than the universe itself
Hey there beloved you've strayed so far away
Hey there beloved I'll always call you back
Hey there beloved I'll always be waiting
Hey there beloved I still love y-
Hey there beloved h--
Hey there be-----
Hey--------
H--------
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poem by David Knox
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Harness the senses
To be after pleasure
Takes you to addiction.
To cherish the desire
Sends you to obsession.
To brood over annoyance
Turns you into rage.
All ripened, you will rot.
All at naught, you will distaste.
15.03.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Breasts
My eyes, hands mouth caress each supple breast.
I have no choice, but to admit I have become obsessed.
Even when I imagine them, my breathing will increase.
My desire is that this fire will never, ever cease.
In my dreams I fondle and kiss each loving nipple firm,
As I watch my lover convulse, twist and squirm
Till senses scream as nerves become unfurled.
Passions reign as tensions drain from this tense world.
There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman’s breast.
I thank the stars above that I have been blessed
With excitement that this feminity displays.
Luscious breasts that leave me breathless all my days.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Love is in draining
Mother dries her breasts and wets her child’s womb.
She derives pleasure in losing hers for it.
Man dries his pride and wets his lover’s heart.
He reaps pleasure in lowering his self.
18.11099
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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