A Red Slice Of Watery Red Melon
IN the room where we made love
an hour ago
i offer you a slice of my
red watermelon
i take a bite and i tell you
about its taste
sweet, as sweet as my love for you
you do not care
about the juice the redness the watery
freshness of my
red water melon
i am naked sitting on the floor
i am hungry and need some rest
i am talking unnecessarily wasting
my words about my red watermelon
you laugh
and you notice something flaccid
it is funny
and then you back to sleep
still dreaming
about something thick and hard and stiff
like a dog
with a bone in his mouth
still looking for a place
where to stay alone
and lick it
and rig its sharp teeth
biting, biting and biting still
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mr. Fluffles
Mr. Fluffles, the pink chinchilla
No more biting, just stop it will ya?
I know you hate the fact that you're pink
But I can not help what it is that I think
I know you're just a vivid hallucination
And the fact that you're pink doesn't offer a lot of intimidation
But when your 40 brothers and sisters all sit there staring at me
I have to admit its kinda creepy
Mr. Fluffles, just so soft and fluffy
But when you get to biting you're just not cuddly
Why can't you just let me be
You're not Kato so why do ambush me
You just look so cute when you go to sleep
Curled up in a fuzzy ball, counting sheep
So now we go to sleep and let our problems float away
But I know you'll get to biting this next up coming day
Cause you're Mr. Fluffles, the pink chinchilla
You'd probably stop the biting if I colored you vanilla
But I just can't help it, why can't you see
Ow! Mr. Fluffles no more biting me
poem by Vasto Grom
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Biting Bullets
Dont you wonder
Is anyone that strong
It takes me under
Believing what Im seeing
I get so tired of watching friends go down
The hungry tiger for all who never began
Biting bullets
Biting the clouds
Biting bullets
Biting the clouds
I saw the show
Shaking all the babies
Should I believe the parade of clever lies
Shadow of light in the shadow of death
There is no difference to all who never began
There was a time
There was a way to live
And its no secret
That it wont come back again
I lose myself like anybody else
But Im not so strong to make it in the end
I need some answers when the day comes crashing down
cause its all over when theres no one to be found
song performed by by INXS
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Kissing the Fang
Snake biting once biting dead
Snake biting twice biting life
Walking in the sorghum stalk
The oldest foe- the snake heard my feet
The snake raised the neck and hissed
As our eyes met at equilibrium
I stopped and drew my spear
The hateful send boiled to the brim
The brawl commenced I speared it back fatefully
The snake bitten my right feet fatefully
The biting bit me dead I fell down breathing not
The snake bitten my left feet again.
The biting bit me life I raised up breathing lively
The snake snaked away
The venom paralyzed me but
I giddily crawled after the snake
I gasped and kissed the snake fang
I spate the healing saliva in the snake wound
We departed in peace-indeed peace in death
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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In the Fruit and Veg
Knocking you listen
to the sound
that a watermelon makes
to test if it is ripe
and I wipe the smile form my face,
trying to look sincere
and the whole of Fruit and Veg is filled
with shoppers, adoring ripe fruit and vegetables
crowding around some places with special offers
like a great vast congregation
gathered in the temple of a god
and tonight you will again
make your great fruit salad
with chopped and sliced mangoes,
papaw, sweet melon, some squeezed orange juice
and grapes
and maybe this afternoon
we will eat the watermelon
in the shade next to the swimming pool.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Temptation Of Marvin
there is an apple
hanging on the tree
there is woman picking it
and biting it
there is no snake
it is dark and the place
is just lighted by
fireflies and up in the sky
the stars are silent
you are naked
bathing with the light of
the moon
there is this heat
between your legs
that you feel
she says' the apple is sweet'
and wants to
share a bite with you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The meat-biting tooth is in the mouth; the man-biting tooth is in the soul.
Biting Those Lips
Why are you biting your lips?
'I am practicing.'
So you are learning to keep your mouth shut?
'I said I was 'practicing'.
And as far as keeping my mouth shut...
That is a learning process.
And I did say I was practicing.
I did not say I was learning anything...
Yet! '
Practice makes perfect,
You know?
'Who said anything about wanting to be perfect?
There are too many rehearsing that right now.
With questionable results I am sure will be delivered.
And I am practicing biting my lips,
In the event 'that' becomes a necessity.
And once that becomes discovered as one of my skills,
Well...
Only 'then' will I begin rehearsing perfection,
To overwhelm those disbelieving...
I have yet revealed another talent no one can deny.'
I see.
Well...
You keep biting those lips,
Okay?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgetting
Do you remember when I got mad at you for biting your nails? You went on biting then no matter what I’d say. Do you remember the signs we made to go with the phrase ‘peace out diggity dog’? It was your idea to add a dig and I thought it threw everything off. We had secret words and just things that set us apart from other friends back then.
What I remember from the first day that we met was you and your brother were shy but I liked you at first. I made you my enemy right away and you pledged the same hate to me on Valentines Day. It wasn’t til he did the same to me; your crush (my friend) we plotted out his death when you came along. Here let me help-
Won’t you remember how we helped each other through all those boring lectures and let each other copy homework secretly and we cheated, talked during class, and I knew your password (I still do) . It was great until you got that giant head, forgot all that we’d said. Now not a day goes by that what we were crosses my mind, or that awful day that you saw me cry (the day Zach died) .
Now I’ll remember how it felt when you held me tight, we talked on the phone until late at night. I wrote your notes when you broke your arm; as you did for me when I had hives and was alarmed. We were picked on by our teachers, it was you that took it hard. We got older, it got different, everything started to change, now here I am trying to arrange a way, to go back to seventh grade.
Do you still bite your nails? Ruining those hands that mine seem to fit into perfectly, in memories.
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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As Sweet As Honey
Come to the land of beauty to taste my love,
For there is a special creamy milk set for you to taste;
Come to the land of love to taste the true meaning of my love,
For there you will meet the beautiful young ladies!
And the handsome men are there to cheer you up.
This is like a folklore story of love and,
You will love to stay the night in your nakedness;
For te land is full of sweet aroma of words,
And my love is as sweet as honey.
You will be infused with the rivers along the line and,
You will hear the music of love being played daily;
For your health will be taken care with my love.
You will visit me again and again after your first experience,
For the sweet taste of love is the thing that you need;
And i am the example of the things that moves your love.
There is a dramatic act of love out here and,
You will like to run naked in the dark as well;
And you will live on to love me,
For i am as sweet as honey and your dreams will come true!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Visitor Amongst The Unconscious
Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
Yes...
That is exactly what it is I do.
I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.
They are all over the place!
Like...
Denial.
Decadence.
Thoughtle ssness and disrespect.
'Hey buddy?
Yeah you.
Watch your step!
There is a child in diapers,
Following you.
Don't you hear him calling you 'daddy' too? '
I marvel at the way,
Folks skip with a leap over reality.
To embrace with a welcoming,
Any sign of deceit that is greeted warmly.
With an ignoring of those hungry and homeless,
Surrounding them on the streets.
As if this pasttime entertains,
To become remembered as a bitterness...
Eventually endeared as sweet.
And pretend,
Most do...
As if this is part of the scenery.
I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.
They are as common as pigeons.
Or garbage on the streets...
People accept as signs of affection!
Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
That is exactly what it is I do.
And feeling very much...
A visitor amongst the unconscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Panama
I am from Panama and i am full of words,
So come and let me show you my concubines;
Then, you can explore my sweet love.
With two legs and two eyes,
With two hands and two ears,
And like the two pillars of love!
For, i am looking for a place to stay with this sweet muse.
They ate, drank and slept together! !
So, stay the night and enjoy yourself with my love;
And like 'Dr. Flash Hour' at the rush hour of the day!
But if only if i could hold your breasts and kiss you,
Then i will know your mind on this love.
If only if i could kiss your lips and love,
And like the sweet muse of love being reflected in the mirror! !
For i need ylou and i want your naked body beside me,
And like my concubines in the land of my muse.
Yes, come to Panama to enjoy my muse with the red roses of love,
For, i am loooking for a place to stay with this sweet muse of mine;
And, you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Celebrate the Melon
Juicy and delicious they are
Just made for a summer treat
As they squirt inside your mouth
They’re so wonderful and sweet
Picnics aren’t complete
Until a watermelon is cut
Slices of the scrumptious fruit
Drags you from a daily rut
Party’s have a veggie plate
And nestled right within
Are melons all chunked up
Not to have them is a sin
And also is the cantaloupe
So perfect for a summer fare
Orange as a ripe pumpkin
Smoothing out unwanted cares
So let us celebrate the melon
Whether red or orange or green
Juicy and so sweet
A scrumptious summer dream!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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How Soon The Servant Sun
How soon the servant sun,
(Sir morrow mark),
Can time unriddle, and the cupboard stone,
(Fog has a bone
He'll trumpet into meat),
Unshelve that all my gristles have a gown
And the naked egg stand straight,
Sir morrow at his sponge,
(The wound records),
The nurse of giants by the cut sea basin,
(Fog by his spring
Soaks up the sewing tides),
Tells you and you, my masters, as his strange
Man morrow blows through food.
All nerves to serve the sun,
The rite of light,
A claw I question from the mouse's bone,
The long-tailed stone
Trap I with coil and sheet,
Let the soil squeal I am the biting man
And the velvet dead inch out.
How soon my level, lord,
(Sir morrow stamps
Two heels of water on the floor of seed),
Shall raise a lamp
Or spirit up a cloud,
Erect a walking centre in the shroud,
Invisible on the stump
A leg as long as trees,
This inward sir,
Mister and master, darkness for his eyes,
The womb-eyed, cries,
And all sweet hell, deaf as an hour's ear,
Blasts back the trumpet voice.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Mothers Horror
Pain is watching your mother take her last breath
Pain is seeing the doctor announce her death
They said she could hear, till the very last
Whispering I love you mom, I forgive you for the past
Trying to hold back emotion, biting my lip
Knowing any moment she'd be taking that trip
Fighting back the tears, I was totally numb
Chewing on my fingernails and biting on my thumb
The time passed so slowly, while I was in shock
I'd sit weeping for a while and then take a walk
Oh mother don't leave me, I just found your love
I knew it had to end, she was needed above
Her suffering finally ended, late one night
Angels took her home, when she gave up the fight
Now all I'm left with, are many memories of pain
The nursing home killed her, cause her to be slain
I will fight till the end, for her you see
I don't have dementia, they'll have to deal with me
You love them and you think you give them the very best
It's a home of horrors, by now you've guessed
They made plenty of money, for her to stay
Closing them down is what I pray!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Sleep Comes Down
it's raining in my head
but no tears come down
and i'm dreaming of you
until sleep comes around
sleep comes down sleep comes down
sleep comes down sleep comes down
the orchestra's playing
it's so very loud
and i'm biting my nails
until sleep comes around
sleep comes down sleep comes down
sleep comes down sleep comes down
the clouds are all running
but no tears come down
and i'm thinking of you
until sleep comes around
sleep comes down sleep comes down
sleep comes down sleep comes down
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Laugh-making
under the shadow
on the green sunny meadow
by the rounded mossy stone
both ate ripe watermelon
he made her laugh
her bubbling laughter
made him love her
then they made love
under the blanket
he makes her laugh
she loves his manner
to make her laugh...
The golden gate
to love, my love,
is maybe...laughter
Make me laugh...
poem by ONElia AVElar
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Glee
watching my old blind dog
roll in the grass,
biting his tail.... with glee!
he's got it!
that's what we forget.
that's what we've lost...
no matter how old,
or what your health is,
or what's going on around you...
that sense of total abandon,
rolling in the grass
biting our tails...
with glee!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To Do The Things That You Do Not Like
you set it aside
on the left and you take
back what you like to do
scribbling a poem or two
on the wide blank monitor
you type a syllable
and tells you a sweet sound
and inspired you write a word
that starts to sing a song
and more words that
sings to you a melody
about love and departure
some loves of course
remembered
those that ended happily
in bed and
marriage and sweet surrender
and living happily ever after
this is the fantasy of your fingers
and your salivating tongue
and your lips biting upon each
other: love, love and its memories
they keep asking about you
that you must speak them again
then pain, the twin sister of love
gets inside your system
your heart bleeds and blood drips
from your chest to your abdomen
staining the carpet of the floor
sad, how sad is this life when
one says she is leaving and will
not be coming back, that there is
and end to this film this fantasy?
now it is too much and you decide
to take back what you just set aside.
now, you swallow the real pill of
bitterness, mother says it is good
for your health. You take a folder
of a case, and then you start reading
their stories, their pains and hopes too.
now, you must do what you do not like doing.
i guess, let me tell you, it is time to be responsible.
not to think about yourself. how about them?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Candy Corn (2010)
A prominent combination of colors guide your eyes to a certain direction
There you savored your scrumptious prize out of all the stores selection
I watched you breathe as your body and your face gestured an O M G!
'An amazing sight develops as if a climax seemed near from a, candy? '
One by one you toss in your mouth as you roll your eyes in gratification
Later I learned of your true love for the taste, then came lolly amputation
No questions to why you only devour the yellow, disposing of the rest
'Have to add it must be the taste and color your mouth wants to molest'
I smiled, humored in my head, watching, as you relished in sugar elation
Biting away then licking your lips, staring me down as your next selection
And there I go, closer, knowing I can't compete with those confections
So I kissed, punishing your sultry lips, all during your sweet obsession
What a provocative event, holding your candy responsible for this adventurous stir
'I am the white, you are the yellow, our love is the orange which holds us together'
poem by David Joel Rodriguez
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This Is Not My Crumbcake
I did not place my crumbcake here!
This is not my crumbcake.
And this chair was over there.
And who took a sip of my rootbeer float mix?
No one is to leave this room...
Until I get a sniff of everyone's lips.
I do not want another slice.
When I got up to get a napkin...
Someone came over here,
To sneak a bite to eat.
Picked up my treat...
And did not care to place it back neat!
That's not nice!
That is the markings of a creep.
This is not my crumbcake.
I did not take a bite.
Nor do I have a gap between my teeth.
Don't laugh!
That was the last corner piece!
And I'm going to find which one of you trespassed.
This crumbcake was mine.
Not for someone else to sneak.
Peaking to see me leave before they leaped.
Who did this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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