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A Date On Valentines, A Tryst With A Twist

do not forget to wear
your wedding ring
for they will check it
as i too shall bring mine
got a room reserved for us
at Eddie's
a marital bed with a
hot and cold shower
and a love chair
and a jacuzzi and a
complimentary swiss
massage for both
of us
a sumptuous dinner
for two inside the room
with a classical music
of mozart at the
background

the pillows are strawberry
scented and the floors
on carpet soft

there is a mirror at the
ceiling
you surely will like it
anyhow

and then my dear
we shall make love the
whole night long

don't you ever tell
your true name at the
Information Desk

my name is Johnny
and yours is Honey.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Time Has Come

the time has come for the arrival
of this stranger
from a very faraway land. you meet him.
make him sit. ask him if he needs a drink
and you give him
gin, beer, whatever that pleases him.
you make him comfortable
at last
in your home. make him find his room.
the pillows and blankets
all to his choosing. the dinner that you serve.
the shower that he has to take.
the nice conversations you will have
for a while
with this stranger. you care for him
you assure him.you tell him
you miss him. you bring him to the mirror
to see how beautiful has he become
for that time that you have been
taken apart
you embrace him tightly.
you cry.
you wipe your tears and sit at the center
of the living room.
you look carefully how distance
must have destroyed
the closeness between you and him.

you shake your hand.
it is you now. this stranger is yourself.
you welcome him home
to your very arms.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Wont Run Away

Day is cold and night even more,
Fear, the nightmare of a shivering man,
Ring ring there goes the telephone,
Comforted by the words of her grace,
Come into my room, i wont run away

A quiet night in my lonely dreams,
From my windows are whispers of warmth
I forget the cold and feel the heat,
The true pattern of wamanhood,
Excelling most in glory and grace,
Lets go to the park, i wont run away

In the coldness of the earth,
Dinner in lovely places,
Lunch in lovely dressing
Moments under low temperatures,
Lets go my love, i wont run away

Yes, my ear is warmed by your morning call,
Your vocals travelling to my last vein
My day is made and shaped,
In my room are transformations
My winter is made summer
Be with me and i wont run away

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Wisper Me my golden wedding ring.

Wisper to me. Tell me everything. Tell me why you placed a golden ring on my finger, is it love and lust? or is it hate and sadness u seek.'Why does your eyes weep my love? ' i said on a cold and clear winters night.'I cry because im happy to be in a place where its just you and me'.he replied, You touched my face with cold hands, i now remember nothing..... Of you or that night, as it took me away.

In a box i layed with a single wisper in my memory locked the last thing you gave me was not want i expected from someone as important as you.A gold wedding ring you placed in my hand. ' Marry me please' you said in a voice i'll never forget.

Even in my winters grave, i'll never forget, but never forgive.
So may i ask you this before you send me away on the stream which will carry me far far away, as my lips touch your ear i said this 'Wisper me my golden wedding ring'. And now i leave you staring at my golden wedding ring.

poem by Nicole Baker
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One That Completes

Bring me that love,
My Dear Father.
Bring that love to me.
Bring me that love,
My Dear Father...
That love that is true as can be.

When I awaken from my sleep,
I'd like that love near by,
I want to share deep feelings and cares.
With one who will come,
To rescue this from inside me.
Like no one has ever done.

Bring me that love,
My Dear Father.
Bring that love to me.
Bring me the kind of love, My Dear Father
The kind that sets mine and other hearts free.

If You allow this to happen,
With Your blessings I'll receive.
I'll do the best to be better than I've been...
And not to take that love for granted
As I did when my needs grew selfishly.
And in sorrow those needs came to an end.
Helping me to realize,
No love would stand by true love in disguise.
Those are scars I no longer visit.
No longer catching me by surprise.

Bring me that love,
My Dear Father.
Bring that love to me.
Bring me that love,
My Dear Father...
That love that is true as can be.

I want You to bring
That kind of love I seek...
My Father.
Bring that one that completes,
And sets my feelings free!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgive Me Love

I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
I opened your door without ringing a bell
I walked down the hall
Into your room
Where I could smell you
And I
Shouldn't be here
Without Permission
Shouldn't be here
Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stayed out left and new oh...
I took off my clothes
Put on your rob
Went through your drawers and I found your cologne
Went down to the den
Found your CD's
And I played your Johnny
And I
Shouldn't stay long
You might be home soon
Shouldn't stay long
Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stayed out left and new oh...
I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said hello love
I love you so love
Meet me at midnight
And no
It wasn't my writing
I better go soon
It wasn't my writing
So forgive me love
If I cry in your shower
So forgive me love
For the salt in your bed
So forgive me love
If I cry out left and new oh...

song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Midsummer Night, Not Dark, Not Light

Midsummer night, not dark, not light,
Dusk all the scented air,
I'll e'en go forth to one I love,
And learn how he doth fare.
O the ring, the ring, my dear, for me,
The ring was a world too fine,
I wish it had sunk in a forty-fathom sea,
Or ever thou mad'st it mine.

Soft falls the dew, stars tremble through,
Where lone he sits apart,
Would I might steal his grief away
To hide in mine own heart.
Would, would 'twere shut in yon blossom fair,
The sorrow that bows thy head,
Then—I would gather it, to thee unaware,
And break my heart in thy stead.

That charm?flower, far from thy bower,
I'd bear the long hours through,
Thou should'st forget, and my sad breast
The sorrows twain should rue.
O sad flower, O sad, sad ring to me.
The ring was a world too fine;
And would it had sunk in a forty-fathom sea,
Ere the morn that made it mine.

poem by Jean Ingelow
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My Babys In Love With Eddie Vedder

Oh, my baby, my baby she dont want me no more
Ever since she saw his poster in that record store
She says the way he grinds his molars is really sexy
She thinks hes so darn dysfunctional and generation xy
She likes his brooding angst and his wild-eyed stare
Yeah, hes her very favorite slacker multi-millionaire
Well, my babys in love with eddie vedder
Shes all crazy bout that eddie vedder
Once she was mine, but now I better just forget her
cause my babys in love with eddie vedder
Now, every time I see him, well, he looks so grim
I guess it really must suck to be a rock star like him
What a pain in the butt to have so much success
Spending all his time moping and avoiding the press
But my girl cant get enough of his sullen demeanor
Like hes some big tortured genious and Im some kinda wiener
Well, my babys in love with eddie vedder
Shes got a thing for that eddie vedder
Tell me, what can he do that I cant do better
Now my babys in love with
I said I said I said my babys in love with eddie vedder
Head over heels for that eddie vedder
I cant believe it, now shes knitting him a sweater
cause my babys in love with eddie vedder
I knew we were headin for disaster
When she caught me hangin out at the ticketmaster
Now shes got an unrequited adoratioon
For the frustrated, agitated, designated alienated
Spokesman for the disaffected grunge generation
Well, I dont wear doc martens and I dont wear flannel
And I dont boycott the music video channel
And I just cant compete with all that money and fame
But I know two can play at this game
Yeah, well, lets just see how jealous shess get
When I start stalking alanis morissette
Well, mny babys in love with eddie vedder
Shes all crazy bout that eddie vedder
Once she was mine but now I better just forget her
cause my babys in love with
I said I said I said my babys in love with eddie vedder
Whyd she have to fall for that eddie vedder
If she wants to leave me, I guess I better let her
cause my babys in love with eddie vedder

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Bread & Butter

I love bread and butter
and jam upon hot toast
and flowers in the summer
but I love you most.

I love the red spring tulips
and cold strawberry mousse
and I love chocolate pudding
but I love you most.

I love bread and butter
and honey for to spread
though honey is but nothing
to your warm caress.

I love bread and butter
but egg with chips will do
although they only half compare
to my love for you.

I dare not feign indifference
I love a red, red rose.
Their scent is ever fragrant
but I love you most.

You know I love my mother
and sumptuous Sunday roast,
I love her home made puddings
but I love you most.

poem by Ruth Walters
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In Your Room

(s. hoffs/b. steinberg/t. kelly)
Susanna
I love it in your room at night
Youre the only one who gets through to me
In the warm glow of the candlelight
Oh, I wonder what youre gonna do to me
In your room
I come alive when Im with you
Ill do anything you want me to
In your room
I love it in your room all day
When youre gone I like to try on all your clothes
You wont regret it if you let me stay
Ill teach you everything that a boy should know
In your room
Im alive when Im with you
Gonna make your dreams come true
In your room
I feel good in your room
Lets lock the world out
Feels so good when we kiss
Nobody ever made me crazy like this
Ill do anything you want me to
I only want to be with you
In your room
In your room

song performed by by Bangles
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Outside331’sSleep

Don’t open your eyes yet not until I explain last night I went to bed with Sleep last night I fell for Sleep last night Sleep unclothed me left me naked in a room painted black I couldn’t see Sleep because Sleep was dark too and the room was black and the foreground blended in with the background I couldn’t tell what was far and what was close I became frustrated because Sleep was either hiding inside the room or the room was hiding behind Sleep neither were being fair to my eyes who wanted to play hide and go Sleep I hide inside the room and Sleep seeks I said where are you Sleep I can’t see you my eyes can’t find you Sleep I said I wanted to fall inside you brought me into this black room and I am trying to wrap myself around you won’t you come inside of me you won’t stage scenes in my eyes created with color everything is black one long stretch Sleep are you moving and I can’t see you or are you standing still and I can’t feel you are here Sleep you are silent Sleep I feel alone Sleep I want you to be inside me if you take me to a black room and make me go to bed are your eyes open I can’t see you did you leave is Sleep here Sleep am I inside you explain Sleep explain did you open your eyes Sleep are my eyes open Sleep are you outside me Sleep you took me to bed and left me Sleep I can’t open my eyes until you are back inside me I can’t see Sleep when you’re not inside me open your eyes Sleep do you see me inside you explain last night am I still inside Sleep?

(12-13-07)

poem by Chelsea Trescott
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Is It Any Wonder

They say youre as cold as ice.
All that matters to me,
Is what I see inside you.
You know what people are like,
Talk about you when your back is turned.
But dont you worry about a thing,
Oh, some people, they just never learn.
They just cant understand you, all the things you do,
But Im glad that Ive found you, to share this love so true.
[do you really wanna stay with him? ] they say.
[do you really go away with him? ] they say.
[i dont know Im sure]
Is it any wonder?
You surely gotta wonder.
(but I love you, honey, I cant let go.)
Is it any wonder?
Sometimes people make me laugh,
With their false morality.
Judging other peoples lives,
But I dont care as long as youre with me.
One day when the world has grown,
And we see things as they really are
Please remember two souls,
Struggling hard to reach a star.
Theres a life that is planned here just for me and you,
That goes beyond understanding, all the little things we do.
Do you really like the way you live?
Why is it always take, not give?
I dont know Im sure.
Is it any wonder?
You surely gotta wonder.
Is it any wonder?
Is it any wonder?
(but I love you, honey, and I cant let go.)
Is it any wonder?
(well, I love you, honey, and I cant let go.)
Is it any wonder?
(well, I love you, honey, and I cant let go.)

song performed by by Kinks
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about Lady Luck

last night
when the hours begin to bore all of us
in our heads
like worms i told my students about
Lady Luck, oh
she is beautiful and scented and
soft skinned and
black haired with eyes as clear as
a pond and
hands as comforting as the voice
of mother
that when she comes she enters the door
of your house
without knocking and proceeds to your
room to bring you
the big news of your life and she hands you
success and money and fame
even honor and
a good name

and they were all amazed
their mouths wide gaping and asking for more
about her

Lady Luck
and they all love her and all the boring hours went away
like hot water seeping on
the dusty carpet of the room

what they do not know is this:
i never like her and she never like me too
and that i once told her
go away i do not need you
and i cannot love you

my heart is heavy of course
paddling my way towards an island
a castle separated by a moat
using my own hands
my own
faith.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The carpet walks back

The carpet walks back
into the room
but you are already gone

to yellowwood floors
on which your feet tread softly
and on which I walked a time ago.

Your image disintegrates,
but not the longing
and the cold wind sneaking in
through the window

is an uninvited guest
in my room
that feels like a sanctuary
where you were once.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Inside That Room

inside that room

clutters of old things
a conglomeration of dusts
silent stones
broken wedges
blunt shapes and sharp edges

inside that room

that silence we both shared
isolated moans
tongues lingering

inside that room
our memories

now the door is closed.
inside that room
the noise of insistence
the clap of a disaster
we disown

inside that room
the impregnation of tough thoughts
with soft laces
of ductile memories

inside that room
oh! there is no

us anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'd Love To Change Your Name

Honey, I'd love to change your name,
Make yours and mine one in the same.
Aint nothin else about you I'd ever want to change,
Honey, I'd sure love to change your name.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
I don't think that I did, not until tonight.
When I saw you dancin' on that hard wood floor,
Kickin' your heels up, I knew it was love forever more.
Honey, I'd love to change your name,
Make yours and mine one in the same.
Aint nothin else about you I'd ever want to change,
Honey, I'd sure love to change your name.
You're probably thinkin I'm some kind of fool,
Well, your right darlin', I'm a fool for you.
You buy this line babe; I'll buy you a ring,
Get on my knees and beg you, please, to marry me.
Honey, I'd love to change your name,
Make yours and mine one in the same.
Aint nothin else about you I'd ever want to change,
Honey, I'd sure love to change your name.
Honey, I'd love to change your name,
Make yours and mine one in the same.
Aint nothin else about you I'd ever want to change,
But, honey, I'd sure love to change your name.
But, honey, I'd sure love to change your name.

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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This Room

Your sweet smell of an aroma is all over this room and,
You are the river flowing into my heart;
And like the cocoa from Ivory Coast with a sweet taste,
You are all that i need in this room.
Come and make love to me and,
Let me bear you children;
For your sweet smell of an aroma is all over this room.
This room is made for you and i,
This room will surely take us to the skies!
For you love is the only one needed in this room.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What Would You Like

Tell me you name, tell me your sign.
Please tell me that my mind is right.
I just want to take you to my home.
Where we can talk by a fire all alone.
There's just one thing that I need to know.
Could you ever be there when I woke up,
Or will you be just another and be gone?

Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?

I take one look at you and my heart can't stop smiling.
It begins to display on the outside and my lips curl up.
Looking at you from across the void I can see my life with you.
You take a glance at me and can't help but notice to.
I walk around the corner and fade out of your sight.
I love playing this game.

Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?

You chase me around the corner at the end of the aisle.
And we both meet each other eye to eye.
My hands behind my back.
Can you guess what I've got in mind.
Oh I think you'll be suprized.
You look at me and begin to smile.

Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?

I see the moonlight fall across your face as you sleep.
I take one look at you as my fingers gently stroke your cheek.
You breathe in and breathe out and stir awake.
Looking up at me and smiling all the while.
I bend down and kiss you ever so slowly.

Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?

My lips want to take in every taste it can.
My fingers what to rub your smooth skin.
My eyes want to see all your love dep inside.
And no matter how hard I try.
My mind can't comprehend the beauty within.

If I bought you a dozen roses would you fall in love?
If I wrote you that special love poem would you kiss me tight?
If I took you to a lakeside of of a romantic dinner would you stay the night?
Would you like the candle's flickering lights?
Would you like the expressions of my words rolling off my tongue?
Would you come be with me even though the night's young?
Would you like the kiss that takes the breath away deep within your lungs?

Would you want to be with me through the rest of your life?
Would you want to be with my heart through the beating might?
Would you want to grab my hands and love me through all the bad time?
Would you want to hug me in the anger of emotions and try to fight?
Would you stand within my heart and dance in the spotlight?
Would you like to be with me through the whole night?

Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?

poem by Josh Burnett
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A Decent Man

a decent man comes out
from a room: black shiny coat
red tie, a diamond pin, a white polo shirt

a well cut hair a la james bond
eyes covered with a reading glass

you get the impression that he is well-read
and trained to the gentleness of a well-bred
progeny, he is cool and calm and
always gives you the sense of
a deep listener
his wisdom flows from his
attentive eyes
keen and ponderous

you think he has no capacity for
sin or mischief
you feel that he is elevated from
the rest of us

but that is not exactly true.

one night, a cold air blows from
the sea and feels his room with
quivers. He has entertained thoughts
about the woman in Bahamas.
Or the girl from Ipanema.
He rings the phone asking for
the name of a woman. Cathy.
He needs a night. He is hot
as a cinder, as an iron rod
red as flame.

and then the woman comes
barely dressed and well scented
luscious lips and abundant bosom.
soft hair and sleepy eyes.

he opens the door and she closes it.
he asks her to undress and dance
before him. and they made love
in front of the mirror by the wall.

the man has assumed the shadow
of a mad dog as he makes
the push and pull until he is
through. At that moment the decent
man has become a mad dog just like
any mad dog with saliva flowing
along the streets of the slums.

for in truth, a decent man is as decent
only as he is dressed under the sun.
As soon as he gets naked inside his room,
this decent man faces the truth of his being.
in the secret of a moonlit night,
the shadow of the decent man
is just this dog, and nothing more.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Honey you're so hot

Honey you're so hot
You're a ring of red gold
An amber ring on my finger
Honey you're so hot
You're a ring of red gold.

Honey you are a stage fright
Monster on my mind
When those wedding bells chime
For all... for all time

Honey genesis will sort
The mice from the men
Because when I'm with you
All I hear is amen
Like an anthem

Honey what's all the fog and haze
Will it not take us back?
To those lost lonely days
When we were racked with pain

Oh let us honey surmise
Oh honey you're so hot
You're a hot ring of gold
When I'm in the cold
Oh honey you're so hot
You're a hot
Amber ring on my finger
When all else is not?

Oh honey, oh honey, why not?
Oh honey, why, why, why not?
Let us surmise
A ring of red hot gold
Put that stage fright
Monster behind me
Because honey you're the one
For me
Because honey you're so hot
You're a ring of gold
An amber ring on my finger
Honey you're so hot you're
A ring of red, red hot gold:

poem by Mark Heathcote
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Joan Of Arc

Now the flames they followed joan of arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright,
No man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, Im tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
A wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite.
Well, Im glad to hear you talk this way,
You know Ive watched you riding every day
And something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine.
And who are you? she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke.
Why, Im fire, he replied,
And I love your solitude, I love your pride.
Then fire, make your body cold,
Im going to give you mine to hold,
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And high above the wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And then she clearly understood
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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