Dirty Language
Why, I do simply adore
delicious dirty language
delivered without dressing
coarse and unashamed
I adore elocution expert
riling 'sounding tone for timber
salivant 'lascivious for the falling
riling ravishing raconteur
Master Orator
Why, I like girls with glasses and garters
lingerie lending lascivious language
intentioning rendering luscious
lavender
livid lexiconjoury vivid
fine silk lacing for debasing
delicate dialectics directing me
see?
As she would be, would be
not too demure to play dress-up
while pressing, dressing me down
administering discipline requisite
inciting inflections' affections exquisite
She would love French and physics
with Cabbalistic acrostics
oil paint poison for alchemist
with butterfly ballerina acrobatics
but she must be well spoken, sincere
else fall deaf 'pon mine aching arching ears
She must keep her poet panting
tongue in ear massaging
copyright R. Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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Bikini
She is now in her bikini
for the past week
I've been waiting dreamy
She buys two:
one white, other black
Which one first?
my august choice
white smear knuckle spit sticky slick
models under over view
She is even asking my preference
I am overcum with honour,
sincerest gratitude
(knowing my taste in texture, colour)
It is lace; skirt extending convertible
far beyond my fantasies' measuring
inspecting delicate fit becuming
I am lost with wonder, marvel
sculpted wear cut of contour
She is elegant, fit for form
statuesque classic beaming
face radiance ripe from raining
searing sea foam frothing
She fills form as the finest model
she mermaid, fantasy French Maid
She has been to the gym
my slack-jawed mouth open
Salivant drips drooling
I of gleeful pride
lascivious
blush flush smirk slick slide
my glass is now want for waiting, panting
plead her pleasure fill for flower
stamen seethe for flowing
spend mine most intimate reaction
complement
in most moist manners arriving
squeeze the sunscreen shooting violently
lotion liquid shear half wineglass
filling
I gush flush ferocious
share slick stick spill trading
my tan for hers
copyright R. Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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Best Friends
She is softly spoken
this clouded thunderstruck even
tenses aside she glides
providing comfort
guidance eye
ears encompassing wide she
as no other
immaculate clarity
intimate weather advisory
providing
one hand over mine
fickle hear racing
other about shudder
stuttering
shoulder smooth
silk feather irons
my jitter trembling
what i never but needed
yearn to hear
clearest shear fear i
open sore secrets
simply adore her
for KM
resh 2012
poem by Randy Resh
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The French Teacher
I am taken with her skill of language
well versed in verse root romantics
as well, wooing and cooing
with captivating kinesthetics
intuitively she knows how to move
keep her poet jaw dropped and gushing
spilling fount flow for fumbling and wondering
that he might please her with writing
that he might please her with writing
writing, writing for offering...
form voluptuous statuesque classic
Romanesque animate becoming
hair hallowed aureate dawning and drawing
generous goddess lips eyebrows blowing
crystalline kisses through azure spectacles
spectacular splendid spectacles
inspirate azure and emerald speckled
aquamarine splendour shining
spectacles windows bowing....
But she is no mere anachronism,
mine ageless angelic antiquity
rather, an archetype for study sustaining
filling parched poets and artists hungry
unto the ages exhausting eternity
her accent accentuates geometry
I am aching articulation arching
fantastic fresco, mosaic musing
influx imagery inundating overwhelming
core etymologic elocution erotic
syntactic sublime as enamouring
and she is laconic, tutoring beauty
the virtues of verity; beloved brevity
I am putty in her hands, clay for sculpting,
molding metal for cursive casting
As for her, mine words are so such;
We are crafting each other in many languages
For Karen M
merci beaucoup: -)
copyright R. Resh 2008
poem by Randy Resh
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Mouth Cum
This kiss
goodnight
long an' wet
tongue far reaching
penetrant
intimate
...mmm.. .
...mouth cum....
slickly sweetest salivant
poet dreams inside you
wet
poem by Randy Resh
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Dressing Up
Going under slowly
It never seems too late
Going under so slow
Dressing up to kiss
Dressing up to touch all this
I'm dressing up to dance all week
I'm dressing up to sleep
Dressing up to kiss
Dressing up to be all this
I could eat your face
I could eat all of you
Oh this night will never let me go...
Going under slowly
Never seems too late
Going under slow
You'll pick me up again
song performed by by Cure
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Virgin's Dew
Virgin's dew reminds me of you
bathing in bond of lover's hue.
Virgin's dew, Le juste milieu:
when we're
'Here',
en France;
solving the green, red and gold.
Virgin's dew chains me to you;
'mordial mortal matrix,
duplicitous double helix:
alchemic sol et lune.
Virgin's dew tries me too...
how I put up with your husband and
all of his pitifully-insignificant whinings of
something which mercifully escapes me right now.
But virgin's dew endears me to virtue;
that giggling little girl I woke up with,
frolicking unashamed
in the mouth of our naked morning star.
Virgin's dew, my babe of the Babylon blue.
So 'deuscing and delicate, inspirate you:
Slut and my Savior;
'suaging, sagely screw.
Virgin's dew smells like you
sweating magic tears of pheromone
in the light of God's very own breath.
And virgin's dew fuels fantasies of you
when I'm all by my lonesome,
in sublimest, finest fucking form I
cannot help but possibly think of you.
Virgin's dew, my tailored taste of taboo:
kissing Rose Crosses with a feather of silk
on this begging body when I'm all tied-up.
Yes, virgin's dew still reminds me of you
when I'm not quite finished here yet;
savoring enigmatic, idiosyncratic,
mmm... samadhic you.
Virgin's dew, my confessor & confidant who
calls on God with my feeble name of something less;
I am not worthy of you.
Virgin's dew, so becuming of you:
my None and 0nly;
I Adore You.
Virgin's dew, how ever I love you too:
with every aching ounce of
my sun and bonum;
this day am I hopelessly devoted to you.
R andy Resh 1999
poem by Randy Resh
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Window Shopping
you have ever adored the cut
colours pattern fabric
it is love at first sight
ages long anticipated
marvelously materialized
serendipitous simply fantastic oh
how imagination runs rampant
miraculous mannequin's
machination dressing
you enter
try it on
the fit provides precious little comfort
with wear far the less flattering
randy resh 2011
Veux Magazine 2012
poem by Randy Resh
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I am a guest of the French language. My poems in French are born of my interaction with the French language, which is not the same as that of a French poet.
quote by Tahar Ben Jelloun
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In Allusion To The French Song. N'entendez Vous Pas Ce Language
CHORUS.
THEN UNDERSTAND YOU NOT (FAIR CHOICE)
THIS LANGUAGE WITHOUT TONGUE OR VOICE?
I.
How often have my tears
Invaded your soft ears,
And dropp'd their silent chimes
A thousand thousand times?
Whilst echo did your eyes,
And sweetly sympathize;
But that the wary lid
Their sluces did forbid.
Cho. THEN UNDERSTAND YOU NOT (FAIR CHOICE)
THIS LANGUAGE WITHOUT TONGUE OR VOICE?
II.
My arms did plead my wound,
Each in the other bound;
Volleys of sighs did crowd,
And ring my griefs alowd;
Grones, like a canon-ball,
Batter'd the marble wall,
That the kind neighb'ring grove
Did mutiny for love.
Cho. THEN UNDERSTAND YOU NOT (FAIR CHOICE)
THIS LANGUAGE WITHOUT TONGUE OR VOICE?
III.
The rheth'rick of my hand
Woo'd you to understand;
Nay, in our silent walk
My very feet would talk;
My knees were eloquent,
And spake the love I meant;
But deaf unto that ayr,
They, bent, would fall in prayer.
Cho. YET UNDERSTAND YOU NOT (FAIR CHOICE)
THIS LANGUAGE WITHOUT TONGUE OR VOICE?
IV.
No? Know, then, I would melt
On every limb I felt,
And on each naked part
Spread my expanded heart,
That not a vein of thee
But should be fill'd with mee.
Whilst on thine own down, I
Would tumble, pant, and dye.
Cho. YOU UNDERSTAND NOT THIS (FAIR CHOICE);
THIS LANGUAGE WANTS BOTH TONGUE AND VOICE.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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Nature Has Donned Her Dressing Gown
Snow is falling all around
like the shaking from a heavenly sieve while
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
Silently, it cascades down
for one and all to see, and smile
Snow is falling all around.
The beauty has arrived in our little town,
And all around the countryside for miles
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
Miss Kitty peers from the snowy mound
leaping and prancing like a ballet dancer, while
Snow is falling all around.
The pond is shimmering on level ground
the reflection of her majesty, she styles
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
There is not even heard a faint sound
As she hurries down the miles
Snow is falling all around
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
(12/17/08)
(Style - Villanelle)
poem by Doris McGohon
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Jewels
I have small jewels for you
twinkling daylight sight
magnificent retention
spectacular for you
as wide and wondrous
you are
save my glass
spread smile for
private
I so you adore
in our glitter
diadem daylight
cherish green gradation
sheen with shadow I
inhale your breath
kissing simple
sipping shadow
moonlight flick for
candle throes your shows
ffffffmmmm... fantastic
So I have small jewels for you
They hold sincerest
spectacular treasures,
adoration peculiar particular
Long for such being as you
mine love, amazement wonder
Precious Blooming Beloved
My jewels our jewels some day
shall bloom
they are roses,
daisies cum blooming soon
I Daisies, inhale your pollen for wonder
soothing you daises
delight for discover
You never cease to amaze me
diamond facets for craving, crazing
Still you are Karen,
mine Muse precious peering
and you are Karen
between lines scholar sharing
you are steering
And I adore you
mine intimate original jewel
my letters your necklace breadth of
of depth
mine letters necklace breadth
drip depth
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poem by Randy Resh
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Dress Me Up As A Robber
Well you can dress me up as a robber
But I wont be in disguise
Only love is a robber
And he lives within your eyes
Ooh, ooh eee ooh
You can dress me up as a sailor
But Ill never run to sea
As long as your love is available to me
What do I do with a sea of blue?
Ooh, eee ooh
Dressing me up
It doesnt make a difference
What you want to do
Whichever way you look at it
Im still in love with you
If we go on forever
I may never make a change
Dressing me up
And if I dont convince you
You neednt look too far
To see that Im not lying
cos I love you the way you are
And whats the point of changing
When Im happy as I am?
Well you can dress me up as a soldier
But I wouldnt know what for
I was the one that told you he loved you
Dont wanna go to another war
No, no, no
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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No Rehearsal
Did you learn your lines today?
Well, there is no rehearsal.
The tickets have all been sold
For tomorrows matinee.
Theres a telegram from the writer,
But there is no rehearsal.
The electrician has been told
To make the spotlights brighter.
There is one seat in the circle--
Five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there,
But the safety curtain falls
When the bomb thats in the dressing room
Blows the windows from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came.
There is one seat in the circle--
Five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there
But the safety curtain falls
When the bomb thats in the dressing room
Blows the windows from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came.
When the bomb thats in the dressing room
Blows the windows from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came.
Did you learn your lines today?
Well there is no rehearsal.
The interval will last until
The ice-cream lady melts away.
The twelve piece orchestra are here,
But there is no rehearsal.
The first violinists hands are chilled--
Hes gone deaf in both ears.
Well, the scenery is colorful,
But the paint is so damn thin.
You see the wall behind is crumbling,
And the stage door is bricked in.
But the audience keep arriving
til theyre standing in the wings.
And we take the final curtain call,
And the ceiling crashes in.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Language lost
My language lost
My identity lost.
Excuse me
I could not save my language.
I am forced to use foreign tongue
I am forced to shun all that are mine.
Excuse me
I could not save my language
I could not save my life
And I am not fine.
I want to talk in my mother tongue
I want to live in my home
I want to tell my Father to come and rescue.
My language lost
My identity lost.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Immortalize
So how shall we immortalize?
I ask her with this face
School-boy gleam giddy
Talent, potential
augmented with
her very own, “perhaps”
dangles for follow
Text
draw or paint for sculpting?
intimate as evasive I
literate searching
tug tension tearing
tension indecisive
lends word for earing:
She the Master ever in training
(dare I steal her word for ask?)
“Let us keep this moment for last,
suspending perhaps... “
copyright Randy Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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The Dancer (Mine Muse Mime)
she is circumambulating
circumscribe spiral scribing
she is drawing me, drawing me in
calling, drawing it out from me
this poor lusting linguist with
limber arches alabaster
pillar
pleading pouting panting
teasing pleasing pirouettes
She is arousing me; unveiling inviting
awaiting my reaction
from dancer's distance
rite reciprocating
She is possessing, unveiling inviting
acrostic acrobatic adolescent arabesques
...awaiting my reaction
for her want of waiting
floor fashion marble
tiles tripping tessellate
gliding charming guiding
fantastic goads geometric
Templar template tessellate tesseracts
She, she, she...
She is swallowing me
sybaritic staccato swaying
mantric tantric magnetic
movements
...mmm... mandalaic
She, she, she...
magnetic majestic marvelous
magnificent as magic
She is leading for revealing
concealing captive
choreography
Oh, that I might spill more
spill more, spill more the so
in writing....
fluid frame flush flowing
squaring circle
she mine living miracle
She is singing lullabies
blissfully whispering
forefinger mouth mute silence
calm collect for quelling
She is singing lullabies
(ssshhhh....)
mind's eye ears hear
her for the wonder welling
wonder thunder tapping
attentive 'tension 'ffections
natural grace distract demanding
'pulsive symphony pleasing
'sistent call cacophonous
chorous commanding
She is leading me
I bob and weave to her pleas pleading
leading panting pulsing
pugilist
lock lick for the lunging
lusting linguist leading...
flushing and blushing
breathless she is leaving me
gushing grasp gasp gaping
I am on the ropes
punch drunk pugilist poet
pulse I of profuse panting
fumble for the following...
fantastic ripe rife rhythmic strife
breath-bound for flounder flushing
I inhale bruise for blushing
lick sweat smear her hear
dear I cry, I her hear her I cry!
Oh! how she is so rewarding of me
teasing tripping sophistry
veiled voluptuous sumptuous beauty
she is drawing, dawning
...drawing me
and she is calling it,
drawing such out from me
sublime symbiosis sweetly
with symbiotic reciprocity
She dances jazz, she dances ballet
butterfly ballerina beguiling
with gestures sacred geometry
Cabbalistic plastercine
latticine sublimity cunning
She is defying!
she is dumbfounding! ! !
delectable delicious delicacies
mine mime
sweet muse sublime!
dissolute 'lusions most intimate divine
lover space between, between mine this
bouncing breath slick smudge of swallowing
playing out our pantomime
she, I pen pierce paper for
crafting concentric unwrapping
the poet within the packaging
the poet without the packaging
She is unwrapping tappings
drawing our dance unveiling
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poem by Randy Resh
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My Spine is Thy Flute!
I adore you,
Not thy adornments,
my heart loves thee,
And not thy attributes,
o, master poet,
The power of your words, when words flow from poet,
thy powerful mind behind his
thoughts, Stopping the storms,
When you steer the ship,
over high waves,
I am not afraid of tidal waves,
Lightning and thunders,
Sleeping under your wings, O master poet,
without uttering a word, ,
Without writing a line,
but make poets sing and joyfully
write,
I love you thee, When you hold my hands,
No fear of fall,
Even if I fall, fall only safe into
your soft and gentle lap! My spine is thy flute,
Thou blow through Chakras,
AUM in different pitch and rich
tone,
My life dances to your tune,
For strains of trifles and for temporal pains immune!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Adore
Your world is a perfect fantasy
Your life is a precise representation
of who you are
All the things that make up you
As well as the joys and reverie of your life
I'd love nothing more than to turn them all
into a nice reality
While we wait our time on the stars
I don't know if they'll be coming near
Or choosing to stay where they are
Or if they want to drift away so far
One thing's for sure though
I adore you
Sure I'm a simple mind whole believes
in the many wonders of love
But I adore you
And I might as well kiss the ground you
walk on
It'll keep me out of trouble
It'll keep me strong
I've seen what it's like to adore
From many other happy couples
So taking my inspiration from them all
Along with my inspiration from love and
romance
It'll be so easy to adore you
I adore your spirit
I adore your personality
I adore your beauty
I adore you
poem by Justin Gildow
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Classical Tamil World Conference (Semmozhi Tamizh Ulaga Manadu)
Through you, I came, Mother;
Lucky was my birth in Bharat, my Motherland;
I was nurtured and grew up by mother’s milk;
I drew strength from my mother’s love.
I knew the world through my mother-tongue;
I learnt most things by mother-tongue;
Thanks to my dear earthly mother;
Thanks to my Mother, Tamil!
The place where I was born was Tamilnadu;
Tamil is my mother-tongue;
Tamil was my first breath;
My first cry was in Tamil.
My last breath shall be Tamil;
My life will be for Tamil;
I am proud of my mother-tongue, Tamil;
I am proud to be a Tamilian!
Tamil is a great language;
Tamil is a popular language;
Tamil is an ancient language;
Tamil is a classical language.
Tamil is a world language;
Tamil is a language of Gods!
Dedicated to ‘Classical Tamil World Conference,2010, Coimbatore’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 23-06-2010
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I Adore You
(K.J.Garside C.Gray)
They open my window...in comes the light,
I froze in the corner...I pray for the night,
But if it's you my dear who turns on the light,
I'll eat from your hands as a bird with no fear no no,
fear.
Because I adore you,
I adore you,
I adore you,
I adore you.
Rise up my dark star...face into the night,
Come out of your corner..shine for the night,
if it's you my love who turns on the light,
I'll eat from your hands as a bird with no fear no no,
fear.
Because I adore you,
I adore you,
I adore you,
I adore you,
I adore you,
I adore you.
Climb out of the shadows...crawl into the night,
Fall out of the window...die to the night,
if it's you my love who turns on the light,
I'll eat from your hands as a bird with no fear no no,
fear.
Because I adore you...
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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