SENSUAL vs LEWD
Pray don’t think me rather crude
For being carnal, sensual and hot
It’s never my intention to be lewd
I’m not Protestant or a Huguenot
poem by Ray Lucero
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Libertine!
Some think me lewd
Some think me mean
Some think me crude
Ah yes…
I’m just a libertine!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Pure prejudice
A prude regards all nudes as rude
unchanging in their attitude.
Which they perceive as rectitude.
A sign of their ineptitude
They cannot see as pulchritude
the naturalness of being nude.
The will allow no latitude,
just being bare to them is lewd.
It must be sad to be a prude.
Because they have misunderstood
that being nude need not be rude
It need be neither lewd nor crude
Reluctantly I must conclude
that once a prude always a prude.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Thoughts On World Poetry
To coin a metaphor:
It's like a Protestant
wandering into a Catholic church
and hearing someone just out of the confessional
muttering 32 Hail Mary's as instructed
huddled in the nearest pew,
and thinking
hey once is enough...
for some, a ceaseless act of worship;
for some, a wake-up call;
the intention
could be the same
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Barmaid
Madeleine could never be 'naked', she'd only be 'nude',
Her puppy-fat legs make the men talk crude,
Don't call her a harlot, that would be rude,
But thoughts of her body make me feel lewd! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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I have been represented as a Protestant minister; there was not one of the canvassers of the honourable gentlemen opposite that did not represent to the people that I was not a Minister of the Crown, but that I was a Protestant minister.
quote by Wilfrid Laurier
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You may think me crude, and probably I am crude, but I am not so crude as I was, for I am clever enough to see that the girl of nineteen who thought herself a genius was only an unusual girl writing her heart out.
quote by Mary MacLane
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A Big, Black Blur
Your sensual scent, I remember
Your soft touch, I remember
Your carnal taste, I remember
Your voice that cooed, I remember
Your towering shadow, I remember
But your face,
a big, black blur
poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
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Writing is the most emotional.
Watch a carnal scene;
See your gonad gets up.
Observe a carnal body;
See your gonad walks down.
Write about a carnal scene or body;
See your gonad gallop and run.
Writing is a high degree mental process.
02.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Mouth!
Everything that goes mouth is sensual!
the toffee run up and down,
the noise to blow up a tasty gum,
the mouth open in surprise!
Oh! ! ! !
Everything in your mouth is sensual!
the cleaning of its corners with the napkin,
the clicking of his tongue before you saying yes,
the soft against your lips when they meet one another!
Ah! ! ! !
Everything in ours mouth is sensual!
the dropp we exchanged wet through
Ours lips moving slightly,
Our kisses!
Hummm!
Everything in ours bodies is sensual!
what gonna in yours mouth!
What remains in it and
All that comes an goes!
Ui! ! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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How Do I Pray?
Pray, pray
How do I pray?
Usually at the
end of my day.
Pray, pray
For what do I pray?
I pray for peace
in everyone's day.
Pray, pray
To whom do I pray?
To my soul giver
that's not far away.
Pray, pray
Why do I pray?
For if there's a heaven
maybe someday
The praying was worth it
and then I'll know
where those that don't pray
will have to stay.
And pray and pray
and pray all day.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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English Language
The English language it contains thousands of words
Which includes nouns, adjectives, constants and verbs
Structuring them together to create novels or speeches
So we can speak or read or listen while a teacher teaches
And of those thousands words that we have at our command
Some are the few words that decent people have banned
Sadly those few words most people use to swear and to curse
They are crude, coarse and obscene which are used alone or in a verse.
The English language contains thousands of words
Which equals to the stars in the sky or the multitude of birds
They are used in conversation and to define who we are
Words are the building blocks from a vast reservoir
But then we have those few words that are very crude
People use them to hurt or to insult and also to be lewd
Judge a book by its cover and the people by the words they use
When we speak, speak with caution and ponder and then be a muse.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Guardians of Morality
GUARDIANS OF MORALITY
No nude! Low, lewd!
Prude Whitehouse, pursue it!
So crude show blue
shrewd Lord Longford, sue it!
Their attitude,
scare papers renew it,
bare fat eschew
where e’er they review it!
In modern mood,
sin, while men pooh-pooh it, -
to films, reviews, glued,
grin, smile when they view it!
27 November 1977
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sometimes I Pray
Sometimes I pray before I sleep;
Sometimes I pray, the lord; my soul to keep,
Sometimes I pray.....
Sometimes I pray in the morning;
Sometimes I pray for those in mourning,
Sometimes I pray.....
Sometimes I pray for rain;
Sometimes I pray for nomore pain,
Sometimes I pray.....
Sometimes I pray before i eat;
Sometimes I pray for good bread and meat,
Sometimes I pray.....
Sometimes I pray, my baby; that you'll stay;
But only sometimes for these things do I pray,
For I talk to my Lord everyday...
poem by Nkululeko Mdudu
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Intention
Important intention
Intention important.
I intend to work for you
You banyan tree intend to
Provide shade.
Everybody here get
Tranguility peace perfection.
Intention important
Important intention.
I relinguish all
All fruits all hopes
All desires
And intend to remain
With you all day long.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Carnal
The carnal mind of mankind is what rules the wold,
And the beautiful butterflies were killed last night!
But, i did seek for you my love;
And, you were nowhere to be found.
The rain has now stopped for me to walk through,
And the carnal mind will lead me on to search for you!
Because, she she who is your wife brought forth her firstborn last night;
And, you were nowhere to be found.
The carnal minds of therse people around me are in vain! !
But, where is the husband of this woman?
And like the case of the dead butterflies!
For, i now need a place to hide myself from these negative acts.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Just Cant Make It By Myself
(words & music by clara ward)
I need jesus to guide me every day
As Im travellin along this rough and narrow way
Though afflictions fill my soul
Im determined to make the goal
Ive gotta have jesus cause I just cant make it by myself
Every day I pray (pray) pray (pray)
Pray (pray) pray (pray)
I pray (pray) pray (pray
Pray pray pray
Pray and ask the lord jesus
Dont leave me by myself
Every mornin through the years I pray
You know Ive got to have jesus
I just cant it by myself
By myself
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Sheela Na Gig
Sheela na Gig immodest maid.
A symbol of fertility.
Although the Christian church forbade
.She still appears quite frequently.
Her effigies protected by
stern laws and heavy penalties.
The old beliefs refuse to die
to no one but the priests surprise.
Sheela na Gig with legs apart
displays her femininity.
Some think her crude but she’s a part
of Irelands ancient history.
If to your eye she appears lewd
I must conclude you are a prude.
16-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Pray
I pray for your safety my love
Pray your dreams be fulfilled
Pray for help from God above
Pray a shattered world rebuild
Pray with me, that all are fed
Pray our Lord God will listen
Pray we see what lay ahead
Pray our mortal souls be risen
Pray for all who now do suffer
Pray for respite from their pain
Pray empathy provides a buffer
Pray for those few gone insane
Believe sincere prayers always work
Believe prayer lights where Satan lurks
(Dedicated to my Beloved)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Who has no intention to pray has no ears for the call to prayer.
Summer's Perennial Sundae
Summer's perennial sundae:
smile melting under June's warm moon.
At times I become a messy faced child,
my budding head ripe with dirty thoughts.
Tongue savory carnal crave
Guilt free sensual indulgence
Not wanting to allow the moment to suddenly melt,
(seeing myself drown in vanilla's sorrowful puddles on the floor)
I summon winter and all its icy preserve,
in order
to freeze that carefree cherry that sits,
fluffing the creamy pillows between us.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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