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Sated

Ashlar is lying on my chest
claws dug snug into mine rising
falling breast;

deep enough to pinch the nerves
without drawing blood

wriggling acupuncture
accoutrement

Staring Sated Smirk of Long
Slow blinking Content

She loves me like a Kind
Generous Woman

(for my cat)

poem by Randy Resh
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She Is A Woman!

Woman is made great in gentleness
Woman is tender and soft in her acts
Woman speaks with deep sincerities
Woman expresses herself in kind ways

Woman assures everything is alright when it is not
Woman stands for her poise though there is doubt
Woman loves passionately like there is no end to it
Woman comforts even when a situation turns worst

Woman always stood for her precious
Woman always choose to be generous
Woman never point fingers at her betrayer
Woman never says no to a pleading stranger

She is a woman who remains anonymous
She is a woman who is indeed magnanimous!

poem by Jeline Loh
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Her Hidden Treasure

Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.

Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.

Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sabrina The Gypsy Lady

Dark eyes with black wavy long hair,
speaking German with a flair.
Sabrina always made me laugh,
When she said letter “w”
When she gave her red lips a smack.
She had an accent through and through.
she was born in Germany and was a Gogo dancer too.
Went to Jimmy Hendrix party with her,
everyone in dressed like hippies without a care.
Christmas parties at Minneapolis studio,
had different art installations that did glow.
Sabrina Gypsy Lady drives a Saab,
it’s engine always ran on and on.
Ran on and on in her backyard,
she lived in south Minneapolis,
with her 3 daughters and a dog.
Sabrina danced the belly dance,
hands in air, not by chance.
Now I sprained my ankle outside her door,
she put needles in me while I was on the floor.
I could walk just like that,
acupuncture really works,
I bounced back like a cat.
In Sabrina’s acupuncture office,
I was treated to some leaves,
they where herbs that really help your nerves.
Now Sabrina is one of a kind,
Fun memories with Sabrina are saved in time.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sabrina The Gypsy Lady

Dark eyes with black wavy long hair,
speaking German with a flair.
Sabrina always made me laugh,
When she said letter 'w'
When she gave her red lips a smack.
She had an accent through and through.
she was born in Germany and was a Gogo dancer too.
Went to Jimmy Hendrix party with her,
everyone in dressed like hippies without a care.
Christmas parties at Minneapolis studio,
had different art installations that did glow.
Sabrina Gypsy Lady drives a Saab,
it's engine always ran on and on.
Ran on and on in her backyard,
she lived in south Minneapolis,
with her 3 daughters and a dog.
Sabrina danced the belly dance,
hands in air, not by chance.
Now I sprained my ankle outside her door,
she put needles in me while I was on the floor.
I could walk just like that,
acupuncture really works,
I bounced back like a cat.
In Sabrina's acupuncture office,
I was treated to some leaves,
they where herbs that really help your nerves.
Now Sabrina is one of a kind,
Fun memories with Sabrina are saved in time.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Kiss – all the bliss

I long for a tryst
To have a heart-full talk,
That you should hatch.
Else, will loosen my stalk.

I long for a scan
Of your face and eyes,
That you should own.
Else, rests not my vibes.

I long for a touch
And a press of your palm,
For that you should stretch.
Else, my palms get spasm.

I long for a hold,
A hold of your lean arm,
That you don’t withhold.
Else, I am out of form.

I long for a breath
On your nape and hairs,
That you better bequeath.
Else, it sends me to despair.

I long for a brush,
A mild one, of your lobe,
That you better slight.
Else, abate not my throbs.

I long for a pinch,
A pinch of your stern nose,
That you don’t retrench.
Else, my nerves go tense.

I long for a lift,
A lift of your blunt chin,
That you cannot but accept.
Else, my heart gets pain.

I long for a kiss,
A kiss on your lower lip,
That now you can’t dismiss.
Else, my soul would slip.

I long for your head
To lean on my breast,
That you no need to dread.
There lies your abode of rest.

I long for this unison,
For me, a heavenly mission,
That you can commission.
Else, I am lost in omission.

Bring out the supremacy
That runs in your blood,
To draw me in intimacy.
There lies unfelt ecstasy.

Mere lips bring orgasm
If love is in blossom.
Empty you of fear.
Incomes all the cheer.
11.06.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tuzla (feat. Vocal: Joy Askew, Vocal: Dawn Upshaw & Radio Croatia And The Avatar Rainbow Coalition)

Of all the treasure in our chest
We love the golden god of war the best
Look, look at that little clown
Here, look through the binoculars
Someone burned his schoolhouse down
And he's blinking in the sun
He's drying something in the sun
Ha! It's an old tea bag!
Now he rolls it up
Look! He made a cigarette
But he's not gonna smoke it yet
Maybe he's gonna sell it
How much d'you think he'll get?
A slice of ham = a long goodbye = 3 days of peace
A bar of soap = a can of oil = 10 years of debt
A pinch of salt = a week of news = 4 double-A's
A plastic bag = a place to hide = one sucker bet
I got what you want
You got what I need
Of all the sterling men of steel
We crave the one who'll teach us not to feel
Look at the guy selling beer
Where the hell did he get it from?
He's the King of the Hill
He's the bug that survives the bomb
See the smirk on his greasy face
Handing a bottle to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill
Not that he forgets . . .
As he takes a crumpled bill
And thinks this is better yet
A pot for the rain = a pair of shoes = 2 hand grenades
A spade for the grave = four lovely eggs = 3 cigarettes
A stick of gum = some wood for a fire = 2 table legs
A cup of rice = a pint of blood = 1 pound of flesh
Line up to buy here
Line up to die there
Look, look through that window
Looks like your sister there
In a Chetnik's bed
Look, there on the table
Looks like she did it for a loaf of bread
Shit! She's got a knife!
And he's snoring like a pig
Is he worth more alive or dead?
How much for his boots?
How much for his head?
Though all the day

song performed by by Joe Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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She Complains That She Is Not That Weak Woman In Passion

What you read is all there is
If you cannot relate
Then no problem
If you are not that woman
Wriggling in my poem
Then let it be another woman

Another woman that
You mock
That you think is
So unreal

A woman who is not you
A woman who cannot be you
Is still the real woman
That I hold and love and cherish
She is still the woman that I love very much
She is still the woman that I can die for
She is the weak woman in my arms
She is the woman hiding in my embraces
She is the woman longing for my love
She is the woman who cannot live without my love
She is the woman who is by my side
She is the woman lovable to me

We made a vow
And I will be with her forever
Without me she is incomplete
Without her I am incomplete
We will always be together

Will you hate the woman that I love?

Drop her. She is mine. I’ll catch her.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I saw a lovely girl (Terzanelle)

I saw a lovely girl sheathing her claws and settle
becoming a part of my heart
but skin, beauty and charm were only camouflage for bear metal

and at times her pupils would dart
trying to zoom in with glances
becoming a part of my heart

but could cut ferociously as if with lances
and still deep down
trying to zoom in with glances

and her body were lithe, tanned brown
drawing my hand to caress with pleasure
and still deep down

some animal was hiding behind the leisure
beyond a lovely smile and wiry curves
drawing my hand to caress with pleasure

waking electric nerves.
I saw a lovely girl sheathing her claws and settle
beyond a lovely smile and wiry curves
but skin, beauty and charm were only camouflage for bear metal.

poem by Gert Strydom
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A Flow of Love

Yeah!
Slow and Slow
ye stare
with eyes-
eyes innocent
as doe

Slow and Slow
you emptied
my cup
A cup
of woe

Slow and Slow
ye vanquished
my foes
hidden
inner foes

Slow and Slow
Ye pour
A wine of joy
in a goblet
with glow

Slow and Slow
Ye stamp
my cells
from
head to toe

Slow and slow
Ye weed out
ignorance
with your
divine hoe

Slow and slow
Ye open
petals
of my mind
for glorious show

Slow and slow
you rescued
me from claws
A dangerous
Maya's claws

Slow and slow
you weeded
out my flaws
habitual
mortal flaws

Slow and slow
Ye brought me
under yoke
A yoke
of divine law

Slow and slow
please come
in my life
with your
majestic flow

Because
Our separation
waiting on death row
our rendezvous
hot desert in a
storm of snow

Dr Hitesh C Sheth

26/01/2009

poem by Hitesh Sheth
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You Can't Bullshit A Woman If She Loves You

You can't bullshit a woman if she loves you
She'll feel right thru you and distort your heart
You can't bullshit a woman if she loves you
Because of all the lovin' just for starts

She'll make you sing the truth without detection
You'll find that you can't treat her less than fare
She's deep down to the bone
You'll never feel alone
She's more than a best friend
She's your's for life

You can't bullshit a woman if she loves you
Just her smile alone consumes your soul
You can't bullshit a woman if she loves you
She'll leave you feeling happy and consoled

In all the things you do without exception
You consider her first, last, and in between
so long as she can be
her true self she'll be free
She's the better part of me, she make's me whole
You can't bullshit a woman who love's you so

poem by Talile Ali
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Thanksgiving

The man who stands above the bird, his knife
Sharp as a Turkish scimitar, first removes
A thigh and leg, half the support
On which the turkey used to stand. This
Leg and thigh he sets on an extra
Plate. All his weight now on
One leg, he lunges for the wing, the wing
On the same side of the bird from which
He has just removed the leg and thigh.
He frees the wing enough to expose
The breast, the wing not severed but
Collapsed down to the platter. One hand
Holding the fork, piercing the turkey
Anywhere, he now beings to slice the breast,
Afflicted by small pains in his chest,
A kind of heartburn for which there is no
Cure. He serves the hostess breast, her
Own breast rising and falling. And so on,
Till all the guests are served, the turkey
Now a wreck, the carver exhausted, a
Mere carcass of his former self. Everyone
Says thanks to the turkey carver and begins
To eat, thankful for the cold turkey
And the Republic for which it stands.

poem by Mac Hammond
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Tuzla

Of all the treasure in our chest
We love the golden God of war the best
Look, look at that little clown
Here, look through the binoculars
Someone burned his schoolhouse down
And hes blinking in the sun
Hes drying something in the sun
Ha! its an old tea bag!
Now he rolls it up
Look! he made a cigarette
But hes not gonna smoke it yet
Maybe hes gonna sell it
How much dyou think hell get?
A slice of ham = a long goodbye = 3 days of peace
A bar of soap = a can of oil = 10 years of debt
A pinch of salt = a week of news = 4 double-as
A plastic bag = a place to hide = one sucker bet
I got what you want
You got what I need
Of all the sterling men of steel
We crave the one wholl teach us not to feel
Look at the guy selling beer
Where the hell did he get it from?
Hes the king of the hill
Hes the bug that survives the bomb
See the smirk on his greasy face
Handing a bottle to the mortal foe
Its not the time to kill
Not that he forgets . . .
As he takes a crumpled bill
And thinks this is better yet
A pot for the rain = a pair of shoes = 2 hand grenades
A spade for the grave = four lovely eggs = 3 cigarettes
A stick of gum = some wood for a fire = 2 table legs
A cup of rice = a pint of blood = 1 pound of flesh
Line up to buy here
Line up to die there
Look, look through that window
Looks like your sister there
In a chetniks bed
Look, there on the table
Looks like she did it for a loaf of bread
Shit! shes got a knife!
And hes snoring like a pig
Is he worth more alive or dead?
How much for his boots?
How much for his head?
Though all the days and all the times
We count the coin and stash away the crimes

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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This Woman

There is this woman made for me
this woman craves for me
I love this woman so true
and I know that she loves me too

There is this woman who kisses me
this woman pleases me
I take this woman to be my wife
and I know she wants me for life

There is this woman who dreams about me
This woman makes love to me
When I lay against this woman to sleep
I feel a love towards her so deep

There is this woman who loves me
This woman was made for me
I desire her in every possible way
This woman is my night and day

poem by Pablo Loves Life
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When A Man Loves A Woman

When a man loves a woman
He can't keep his mind on nothing else
He'll trade the world
For the good thing he's found
If she is bad he can't see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend
If he put her down.
When a man loves a woman
Spend his very last dime
Tryin' to hold on to what he needs
He'd give up all his comfort
Sleep out in the rain
If she said that's the way it ought to be.
Well, this man loves a woman
I gave you everything I had
Tryin' to hold on to your precious love
Baby, please don't treat me bad.
When a man loves a woman
Down deep in his soul
She can bring him such misery
If she plays him for a fool
He's the last one to know
Lovin' eyes can never see.
When a man loves a woman
He can do no wrong
He can never hold some other girl
Yes when a man loves a woman
I know exactly how he feels
'Cause baby, baby, baby, you're my world.
When a man loves a woman...

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Motion

My body’s always in motion
running through unseen routines
forcing air, chest rising and falling,
heart-blood coursing
through a million small chambers
to glow red again.

Even at rest
my chest rises to cold air
and drinks it in, clean and clear,
and with heady ambition,
I run,
my aging legs pounding
this treadmill
to nowhere.

But I know this
is a temporary condition.
Soon enough
my blood will congeal and
pool into still, cool wells.

No more will I wake
though bright morning itself
should shake my shoulder
and with swelling song
bid me rise,
for I am not made
for eternity’s day.

Death waits
and will not
be turned away.

poem by Steven Federle
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Slow Love

I want some slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love that lasts a long long time
Now dont mistake my coolness for a cold heart
I want you more than you should know
Its just these days Im not inclined to move so fast
Why dont you stay a while say a hundred years or so
And make some slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love that lasts a long long time
Im not inclined to live a lifetime in one night
Although I long to touch I yearn for much, much more
A slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love I thought Id never find
The kind of love that lasts a long time

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Scars

(ian hunter/darrell bath/honest john plain)
Well I still got your blood running through my veins
I still got your blood running through my veins
And even though the circumstances change
I know we never got along - the pieces would not fit
And I still got the scars to show for it
Staring through the window at the rain
Is it me or have all the colours changed?
I was sick with jealousy
I know why you had to split
And you still got the scars to prove it.
I cant see them, but I can feel them
Theyre tearing me up inside
I feel them kicking - I feel them sticking
Like something in me died
And its all right - I wish you the very best
I just had to get it/this off my chest
People tell me on the street that you dont give a
I took that kind of hard
Its just another kind of scar I got to show for it
Its just another scar I got to show for it
I still got your blood running through my vein
But I still got your blood running through my vein
I still got your blood running through my vein
I say I still got your blood running through my vein

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Didn't Do A Slow Burn Early

I saw a Bluejay in November.
Chest puffed and looking out of place.
I saw 'it' look through my front window
And in the backyard 'it' sat on the fence!
It was odd...
The falling leaves October once colored
Laid waiting to be raked.
And there a Bluejay sat...
Staring in my face!
And this was after Thanksgiving Day!
I got the message!
Hot times come for the ones,
Who didn't do a slow burn early!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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French Kissin In The Usa

Loves touch comes to mean so much.
Embrasser cest francais.
Loves way, sabandonner.
Slip into the velvet glove, parted lips so filled with love.
Lips upon forbidden places, lingering in long embraces.
French kissin in the usa!
Lips are in motion.
Ocean to ocean to ocean, ocean to ocean to ocean.
Paris is calling!
Falling, were falling, were falling, falling, were falling, were falling.
Lips close, then blossom like a rose.
Lips wide holding you inside.
Kisses hard, kisses deep, a kiss to wake us from our sleep.
Take your lover by the hand, speak in tounges and understand.

song performed by by Blondie
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War Babies

See the white clouds roll in
Spirits lying next to me
Catch the wildflower falling
Its the wound that never bleeds
Hear the sirens calling
Spinning out their show
Hold - the moment close to me
Take it down too slow
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Can you still keep going?
Shattered pieces left inside
To face the final, knowing
That theres somethings you cant hide
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
So will the force let go?
Or will the phantoms stay?
Let the foreteller be your sight
- it feels like somethings happening today
Some shames like no other
And nothing feels the same
Nothing feels the same
War babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Nothing feels the same
War babies
War babies
Nothing feels the same
Be mine
Be mine
War babies
Written by : kerr/burchill reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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