Perfect Gentleman
my finest coat flung over puddles
innate instinctual offerings
all without blinking
slightest of thinking
to spare you such unseemlies
guarding your delicate
diamonds of dignity
valiant umbrella valet ballet
escorted doors opening
with careful chair pulled seating
attentive tailored table dining
considerate discretion
not to mention
timeless chivalrous courtesies
rarest of women you so worthy
arm-candy haute coture carry
I pamper accordingly so befitting
do so relish as be willing
escalator etiquette two steps
above
as well
directly ahead of me
ravishing regal leading lady
elevation rising
temperature climbing
how I steal your
rarefied view
Hmmhhh...
simply breathtaking
you...
between muffled gasps
refined affections discerning
time once more to reward myself
social graces affording
resh 2012
poem by Randy Resh
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Who is she?
Who is she?
A designer original
A haute coture
A blue print from heaven
That is she
God's patent for humanity
A tree of legacy
A royal heiress
A regal queen
A flawed pass
Marked and blemished, yet
She maybe
Still
She is a woman
More valuable than any treasure,
is she!
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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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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To Be Happy! !
Listen To The Beat Drops
Hanging In The Tree
Listen To The Beat Drops
Be Careful Of The Bee
Go...Ahead...Climbing Up The Sky
Sweep...The stars...Go Glancing Together
All Is To Be Happy
All Is To Be Happy
Be Happy Be Happy
All Is To Be Happy
Though You Have A Bit Of
Gloominess In Mind
Never Mind Of The
Hard Part Of Life
Oh...Yeah Be Careful Of The Bee
Listen To The Beat Drops
Hanging In The Tree
Go...Ahead...Climbing Up The Sky
Sweep...The Stars...Go Glancing Together
All Is To Be Happy
All Is To Be Happy
Happy Be Happy
All Is To Be Happy
Be In Present
Thinking Of The Future
Never Let Yourself
Broken Down And Cry
Go...Ahead...Climbing Up The Sky
Sweep...The Stars..Go Glancing Together
All Is To Be Happy
All Is To Be Happy
Be Happy Be Happy
All Is To Be Happy
To Be Happy.....Everyday...
To Be Happy......Everyhours...
To Be Happy......FOREVER...
Go..Ahead Climbing Up....
poem by Ashmiya Thalvan
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All But
they were all but
replicas inadequate
second rate jigsaw
compilations
fractured facet
amalgamations
finest mine
exquisite
you
the double split
three dimensional
original
you
apparit ion's aspirations
syllabaries' ideations
mine immaculate idealization
they were all but
R. Resh 2012
poem by Randy Resh
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Steps
Maybe one step ahead, maybe two
I could ease my day a little
Maybe two steps ahead, maybe twenty
I won’t be chased in doing my work
Maybe twenty steps ahead, maybe plenty
I could enjoy my day at peace
Maybe plenty steps ahead, maybe more
I won’t be surprised by any outcome
Maybe more steps ahead, maybe none
I let my life to be freely flow
Maybe no step ahead, maybe just one
I could focus on what I want to achieve
Maybe one step ahead, maybe two
I could take a little nap
Maybe two steps ahead, maybe twenty
I won’t be alerted every time
Maybe twenty steps ahead, maybe plenty
I could prepare the worst
Maybe plenty steps ahead, maybe more
I won’t be bothered by all strategy maneuvers
Maybe more steps ahead, maybe none
I don’t really care about that anymore
Maybe no step ahead, maybe just one
I won’t waste my energy to worry
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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199 Steps to Heaven
They were my 199 steps to heaven
Grandad found them 199 steps of hell
Angina.
But still he always climbed
Never complained
As I think he knew,
He was climbing the 199 steps to heaven.
I can't even remember
When I first did climb
just always had.
I can remember
Counting
Did it really take 199 steps to heaven?
Some debate
That there are only 198
But they were my 199 steps to heaven.
But
Then I realized that
By counting the 199 steps to heaven
Meticulously
Religiously
I was missing the view on the way up
To heaven
And it didn't really matter if it was
198 or 199
They'd always be my 199 steps to heaven.
Then my eyes were opened and I saw
the view up was just as spectacular
As the view from heaven.
And I realized how much of it I'd missed;
Counting
So I stopped and
Just admired the view
On the way up
My 199 steps to heaven.
The view, like time stood still
Old tile roof tops,
Sprawling cliff faces
And the sea.
It was always the sea for me.
Whether in a rage or in a lull
I loved it unconditionally
The long straight pier
Jutting freely.
And all this I could see
From my 199 steps to heaven.
And sometimes we'd have to stop
Half way
For granddad to recover
Breath labored but still
Determined
To climb those 199 steps to heaven
And I'd wonder
Who?
How many?
Had climbed these 199 steps
Did they know they were climbing
My 199 steps to heaven?
The tourists, locals,
And in days long gone;
The coffin bearers.
All climbing my 199 steps to heaven
And, if you believe him
Mr Stoker
Claims
That the Count
Formed in a hound from hell
Climbed those
199 steps to heaven.
And when we'd finally reach the top
My world spread out before me
I'd weave between the gravestones
Thinking how lucky
These corpses were to be
Lying, eternally
There;
Their own piece of earth;
At the top of
My 199 steps to heaven.
And the north wind blew strong
And sang me a sweet sad song
As I gazed over my world
Cliffs, sea, a never ending horizon
Calling to me, welcoming me
Needing me as much as I needed
It
My 199 Steps to Heaven
And if you ever climb my 199 steps to heaven
Please throw my name off the edge,
Into the wind to blow it free
Forever
As I am separated by distance
heart breaking
soul aching
For my
199 steps to heaven.
Shadow Girl
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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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Romantic
Isn't it romantic
how the chrysalids land on the ice cubes
in our drink to wink
with sunlight and time
for the dawning double blind
Isn't it romantic
how wings unborn
are worn to be torn
from our aesthetic interpretation
Isn't it romantic
that we should be so kind as to blind
as to bind each other
belieing bespeak betraying
Isn't it romantic
that we should drink such potion to spite
foreknowledge of death
innate insecurity feigning
Isn't it romantic
how the oils shift smudge to smear coupling
seething suppling searing
precious delicate contours
How I miss your words
tender as tobacco
upon mine morning, mourning throat
how I miss your voice
stillborn butterflies in the ears of compassion
unsettling clouds dim-lit dawning
drawing painting...
But how the butterflies
defy and fly
how the butterflies
in the face of formal
whims and wanton whys cry
Isn't it romantic that
we could be so superficial, civil
in lovingly lavish clasp 'lusive grasp
Isn't it romantic
that we were so resolute
in absolute
pressing persuasion
and parched for passion
that we might seek such vision of void
head-long and strong that we might belong
The chrysalids are daimon diamonds
The chrysalids are daimon diamonds
Isn't it romantic?
copyright Randy Resh 2006
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Gadzooks (online) ,2009
Futureale Magazine,2010
Scythe Literary Journal,2011
Veux Magazine,2012
poem by Randy Resh
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Desire has no merits
To relish your ballet,
I need not be a poet;
To enjoy your melody,
I need not be a vocalist;
To watch your steps,
No need I am a dancer.
I go after you, Apsaras,
Though I am not an Indra.
00.12.98
IIndra is the mythological god and Apsaras, the most beautiful heavenly women, are his love mates]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Candy, Candy, Candy!
You’ve heard the expression many times
About a kid in the candy store
But there’s a place I’ll tell you about
That has every kind of candy and more
The containers of candy go way back
To retro styles of such fun
Candy from your childhood too
You’ll no doubt find every single one
A soda fountain graces the store
Oh my, sure takes me back
Way back when I was a teenager
Yes sir, that’s simply a fact
Cherry red stools to sit upon
As you smile and make your choice
Of delicious enticing concoctions
You just plain want to rejoice
So maybe someday you can be
As lucky as we were to see
A store that’s filled with delicious
Candy, candy, candy!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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ET Came To Breakfast (Fun Poem 10)
My breakfast was going snap, crackle and pop,
when suddenly in the chair opposite something went plop.
I looked across the table and was astonished to see,
a little green man looking at me.
I blinked a couple of times,
even pinched myself to make sure it was real.
He was, you can believe,
and my breakfast he was trying to steal.
We pulled at the bowl,
no one getting the upper hand,
and then he stuck his finger in the bowl,
and sucked out the blinking lot,
milk and my snap, crackle and pop.
The moral of this story.
If a little green man comes to breakfast,
Get an extra bowl.
28 April 2007
poem by David Harris
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A Steady Hand-Mary's Font
Steady is the hand
that soothes my brow;
broad are the shoulders
which encompass me.
I'll see close
and I'll see far
and not see more
than my and
your rising need
Steady is the love
which has gathered up
precious memories
which trace their delicate filaments
across my heart quivering
each time
swimming in Love's Eyes;
your touch
upon my eylids
the tracking of your fingertips
first high
then low
opens my doors
and just inside
I await
anticipating.
Long will
my need
embrace
this ravishing
which stretches me
from
gentle care
to deepest seed
exploding
from my deep source within.
soul rising
winging
liberating flow
because each time
there is the sense
this is
and will
always be.
Slow is the hand
in the after glow;
slowed down is the hand on the clock's face;
washing we two
to the other side of satiation
because
slowed down time stretches to eons.
I cross my heart each time
with promises I'll keep
we each
in that still time
paint our souls
in that rainbow afterglow;
each color
manifesting
the I and you
on this bed of roses
you made
this night
of our anniversary
So my sweet
lay me down too
gratefully
because nothing is so beautiful
as Love's Roses
opening wide
in the Giving
and Receiving.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Birthday Presents
Mine Beloved's birthday
shrinking feeling tad bit guilty
ours a tentative pencil arrangement
circumstantial conditions affording
and you radiant as ever
sun dress gleam-beam brilliant beauty
clearest light flood Julian day
sublimest nightshade
draw blind sway way
double-wrapped present presents
privy dreamy dusk musky perfume play
and how you never cease
confound astound me
beauteous beneficent baffling being
every woman and then some
we the wise of tact and discretion
convention's demand so laden
contain conduct ourselves accordingly
upon such journey's returning
the young couple
beside us on the shuttle
stupid cupid coddle cuddle
shameless belligerent ebullience bursting
parting snicker I crack upon leaving
brittle mask dam-burst thirst envy
all the while privately knowing
harbour savouring
your scent stamp floral trail intoxicant
incense rapture retrieving
vaulted treasure marking me
i will wait another day
perhaps two
before showering
for KM
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poem by Randy Resh
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Ravashing
When the sun is burning out
And the night is pouring in
Now is the time to run, run boy
Now is the time to hide
There's nobody out on the beach
There's nobody down in the woods
We're gonne do it alone
We're gonna do it outside -
And I can feel the air it's sticking to our skin so tight
And I can feel there's something in this air tonight --
-- I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
But it's still so good, so good
That I got it at all and it was
Ravishing, ravishing
And I love to see the moonlight
See it shimmer down my dress
It's so ravishing, ravishing
And the wind is like a finger
Tracing patterns on your chest
You're so ravishing
And I know
This is the season that we make our move
This is the season we've got something to prove
And this is the season I've got something to lose
Oh, it's now or it's never
So now and forever, we're
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing oh-wo-wo
It's all right
We'll be ravishing each other till the end of this endless night
It's all right, so right, it's all right, so right
And if an angel broke his wings
Would he come to you for parts
I need a couple of wings boy, boy
I need a reason to soar
And if the devil lost his fire
Could he count on you for sparks
There's something ws ought to try now
We ought to try it some more -
-- Than anything I ever wanted was to see the light
And there's e chance that we'll be glowing in the dark tonight -
I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
I really got it bad
Tonight I rEally got it bad
But it still felt good -- so good --
--Just to get it at all, and it's so
Ravishing, ravishing
-And I can't believe the way the stars are shooting through your hair
You're so ravishing, ravishing
And it's just my luck tonight I don't have anything to wear
We're so ravishing
This is the season that we make our move
This is the season we've got something to prove
This is the season I've got something to lose
And all we ever really needed was
Ravishing, ravishing, Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing, Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing, oh-wo-wo
It's all right
We'll be ravishing each other till the end of this endless night
It's all right, so right, it's all right, so right
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Dignity
Dignity is what we want,
As human beings on this earth;
Dignity is what we can’t,
Give up anyway since birth.
Dignity is innate right,
God has bestowed man, He made;
Dignity is cause to fight
When employees get under-paid.
Dignity, all need always
At home, at school and one’s work-place;
Dignity for human race,
Men must guarantee all days.
Dignity in livelihood,
Receive should all citizens;
Dignity in dying too,
World must assure everyone.
Dignity is what we need
In life on earth and when we die;
Dignity is good indeed
For creatures born under the sky.
Dignity for man and beast
Is a must for all, west / east;
Dignity for anyone
Shouldn’t be denied, any time!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-26-2006
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Awesome Thoughts About God
Awe entices us with the thoughts about God,
Do not be mean to be useless and funny;
My sense flows afterwards, fellows rage on,
Like open doors flung apart.
We replace the doors to see God,
Higher than gods, the God understands.
May we detrimentally inspire those without God
To speak again, like quacking ducks ready to fly.
Men could hear scrappy, elegant talk,
By the godly endeavours that live.
But yesterday, the doors opened the eyes
As they shut like diamonds in the chasm.
Safety relies on beauty to be diamonds,
Do not be mean to my selling of facts.
Awe entices, safety relies on diamonds,
As acts of awe-inspiring nature astound.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Time Of Day
i smell the coffee
with you
my third mourning
but this time
i sweeten
maple syrup to
blackest crude acid i
open the windows
draw a blind
leave
the door unlocked
that much easier
with practice over time
resh 2012
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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To adapt is a skill
Cultures imposed segregation
Of sexes outside the wedlock
As sex would get in the way
If inter-sex friendship blossomed.
New environments throw multiple
Locales for inter-sex relations.
Men and women are together
More time than they're with their mates.
Social roles and sexual pulls clash.
To deny it is a self-denial.
Men and women admit much less
To each other about their feelings.
Not to express is man's restraints.
Not to admit is woman's burden.
The time will embolden the both.
Precedence will encourage them.
We adapt to temperature
That the climate change brings about.
We'll adapt to temperaments
That the woman freedom brought about..
08.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ravishing
(jim steinman)
Producer for bonnie: jim steinman
When the sun is burning out
And the night is pouring in
Now is the time to run, run boy
Now is the time to hide
Theres nobody out on the beach
Theres nobody down in the woods
Were gonna do it alone
Were gonna do it outside
And I can feel the air its sticking to our skin so tight
And I can feel theres something in this air tonight-
-l really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
But its still so good, so good
That I got it at all and it was
Ravishing, ravishing
And I love to see the moonlight
See it shimmer down my dress
Its so ravishing, ravishing
And the wind is like a finger
Tracing patterns on your chest
Youre so ravishing
And I know
This is the season that we make our move
This is the season weve got something to prove
And this is the season Ive got something to lose
Oh, its now or its never
So now and forever, were
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing oh-wo-wo
Its all right
Well be ravishing each other till the end of this endless night
Its all right, so right, its all right, so right
And if an angel broke his wings
Would he come to you for parts
I need a couple of wings boy, boy
I need a reason to soar
And if the devil lost his fire
Could he count on you for sparks
Theres something we ought to try now
We ought to try it some more-
-than anything I ever wanted was to see the light
And theres a chance that well be glowing in the dark tonight-
I really got it bad
Tonight really got it bad
I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
But it still felt good - so good -
- just to get it at all, and its so
Ravishing, ravishing
-and I cant believe the way the stars are shooting through your hair
Youre so ravishing, ravishing
And its just my luck tonight I dont have anything to wear
Were so ravishing
This is the season that we make our move
This is the season weve got something to prove
This is the season Ive got something to lose
And all we ever really needed was
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh-wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing
Oh~wo-wo
Ravishing, ravishing oh-wo-wo
Its all right
Well be ravishing each other till the end of this endless night
Its all right, so right, its all right, so right
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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