Lurking Lights
the lights lurk
and find their ways to the
bamboo slats
they paint the curve
of your body
naked on the floor
who took that warmth
away like
a diffusion of
sweetness
sugar dissolving in a
basin of water
now indistinguishable
i believe in you
but i must leave you know
we are bodies apart now
except the bridges of our breaths
the imaginary ropes of
memories
binding us
like fools.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Me And The Sea
do not expect me to wear
a G-string when i decide to take my swim
i always go naked.
I like always to feel the sea
all over my body
i plunge myself
and feel the nakedness of the sea
too
it's water all over me
all around me
naked sea to my naked body
you know how it feels
it feels like the way we do it
you are the sea
and i am a body
you are a body
and i am the sea
so simple and yet
what a bliss
naked, deep, blue, watery
wet, slippery, salty,
sweat mixed with the salt of the sea
two naked bodies
feeling
salt, earth, sand, fire
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: Whither Thy Art, Man?
Yes, men and women, paint their eyelashes,
And dye their hair in hues and paint their nails;
And wear head-bands, multi-colored sashes,
And paint the tortoises and shells of snails.
Some paint their bodies fully or one-half;
Some paint their country’s flag over their face;
Some look like leopards, lions, clowns that laugh;
Some tattoo pictures or paint words so base.
Some paint their naked bodies as if dressed
Or apply stickers of men, Gods or beast;
Their art on human skins looks to them best
And dance in ritual for a sumptuous feast.
The art of man has gone so crazy now,
For men paint Dogs, cats, cattle, also cow.
poem by John Celes
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Sugar Hill
Writer Dolly Parton
Up on Sugar Hill we'd go walkin'
Hand in hand while the south wind blowed
Bob whites callin', black crows cawkin',
Countin' the warts on a toad in the road
Down in the mill pond swimmin naked
Showin' more than we should have showed
We were just kids explorin' nature
Learnin more than we should have knowed
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealing sugar on the mountainside
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than candy and cake and pie
A yellow dress drapin off of my shoulder
Seein' myself in the lookin glass
Older now and a little bit bolder
Thinkin' about our summers past
Up on Sugar Hill we'd go walkin'
Hand in hand up the mountainside
Teenage lovers plannin' and talkin'
Dreamin' of a future for you and I
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealin' sugar on the mountain top
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than ice cream and soda pop
Years have past, we're married with children
Our days are happy and our memories fond
We still find it quite appealin'
To go to Sugar Hill and swim naked in the pond
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealin' sugar on the mountaintop
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than ice cream and soda pop
Up on Sugar Hill theres a wealth of treasure
Down its memory lane I go walking still
What it means to me is more than I can measure
Golden moments up on Sugar Hill
Up on Sugar Hill with the fireflies glowin
Sound of katydids and the whipperwill
Honeysuckle bloomin and a mountain stream flowin
A little spot of heaven up on Sugar Hill
Up On Sugar Hill with the bobwhites callin
Black crows cawkin', and the soft wind blows
Up on Sugar Hill there are love birds talkin'
Up on Sugar Hill where the good times roll
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealin sugar on the mountainside
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than candy and cakes and pies
A little spot of heaven up on Sugar Hill
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Practicing Loneliness
it is the i in we
that has attached like epoxy,
indistinguishable like
pinch of salt to water
sugar to milk and
xanor to beer
tonight i will be alone
sitting on a chair facing the outline of the hills
light fading out
until what i see is only the flickering stars
above a sea of darkness
i will feel the chill of the cold night
a silk of mist hovering over my skin
it is the i, away from you and the we dissolving finally
decanting the i,
purifying the i in me
soon, i must learn this trick
of being one with me
in the darkness, in the cold,
i keep myself warm.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Short of Breath
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
my breathing’s weak and my chest is sore.
Five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths, eight,
I have to breathe deeply at a slower rate.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
I’m four breaths closer than I was before.
Five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths, eight,
my mouth’s wide open, but I can’t inflate.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
it’ll be the end when I breathe no more.
Five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths, eight,
I’m sure someone's rattling heaven's gate.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
well that’s it, I can't count no more.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Simple Matters As Rain And Night
we sit here
on top of this floor
seeing stars
and feeling the touch
of a dark night
through the air
from the sea
you recline as i stand
to go near you
and touch your body
with my lips
we close our eyes
as i move closer
scents of flowers
and tastes of salt and sugar
and these little
sips of something sour
and bitter
our hands move
to explore the
contours of our bodies
naked before the moon
and everything tonight
nature, as always
shall be speechless
to the ways of love
to the manners
of lushing lust
mixed feelings of
the satiated and the
satiator
tonight, yes,
the two of us on this
nocturnal trysts of
outbursts and fusions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About Last Night.....
i finally went to bed at
1: 30 a.m. and when i undress myself
as i usually do,
when i turned off the light
you turned it on
in a little while you while naked
went up bed
and walked towards the door
opened it and then closed it again
as though darkness
when the lights were turned off again
was a big mouth
eating the whole of your naked body
and then
gone
i wished i were asleep.
but it wasn't
because the following morning
the whole room was as silent as
clothes on the floor
without a body.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Your Own Ways
You are smart in your own ways
you are lovely in your own ways
you are beautiful in your own ways
You smile in your own ways
So crazy in your own ways
The madness of your own ways
such mysterious in your own ways
Those eyes of your own ways
You inspire me in your own ways
You talk in you own ways
you love me in your own ways
You suprise me in your own ways
Your kindness of its own kind
Your love of its own loveliness
your touch of its own comfort
And your kisses of its own sweetness
There is nothing so much worth to
treasure in my own ways than the
sweet memories of your own ways
Your life in your own ways
changes mine in its own way
God must have taken His own time
for sush a creation of its own kind
With everything in its own way
I must live your way.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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Ropes, , , ,
an umbilical cord
is a rope
mother cuts it
for good
despite this
an imaginary cord still exists
between two minds
a bridge
where no one wants to
walk
imagination is cut
there is now an empty space
sort of conceived
independence
for me to grow
and be full
between us the bridge
must be broken
no ropes this time
no binding bond
between two continents
will always be an ocean
giant ships travel
a hundred whales
swim
i like is this way
between us
the Pacific ocean
no islands
just waves so huge
that sometimes
we are brave enough
in hopelessness
no ropes this time
no hands and arms
between us
this blinding darkness
this utter silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sugar Skin
Speak your word
Leave a sign
No more critics
Lay it down
Worst demean
I prefer you blind
To salve your remains
I adore
Your last scent
Sweet the water
Goddamned hands
Say the words
My romance before
I take your breath
Want to see you run
To
Want to see you run
For
Want to see you run
Sugar skinned my candy crim
Search
Did it hurt
Naked body there you lie
Dont be scared
Feel the mood of your bones
They get prisoners within
Theres your world
Spit it out
Goddamned curse so now
You are drowned
In the light you look like a
Silent lean device
Want to see you run
To god
Want to see you run
To god
Want to see you run
Sugar skinned my candy crime
Theres your shirt on the ground
Runaway
Theres a sound
For a minute
We kept out the cold
Want to see you run
To god
Want to see you run
To god
Want to see you run
Sugar skinned my candy crime
Squirm to f... him
Love in the dark
Wouldnt you lead me
Inside
Your dream of sanctuary
Sugar skinned my candy crime
I lay you down
I lay you down
Beloved
song performed by by Guano Apes
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A Dream Of The Flesh
we are in the river
naked
our bodies meet
like
one body
missing
another body
and the river
becomes
one warm
water
trickling down
our two bodies
body to body
flesh to flesh
hands
to hands and
arms entwine
like some
chains of
daisies
to our necks
this oneness
that we
finally make
eyes to eyes
closing
and lips to lips
searching
tongues
we dare
search
our souls
if they
are there
too
in this
fusion
for the
meantime
we have no time
to ask
the river
has no name
even
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At This Moment
I'm very pleased to be a body. Can there be someone without a body?
As you hold mine I feel firmly assured that bodies are the right thing
and I think all life is a body. I'm happy about trees, grass and water,
especially with the sun shining on it. I slip into it, a summer pleasure.
I have hurt the body. That's when I know I need it most in its whole
condition. If I could prove it to you by giving pain you would agree
but I prefer you with your body pressed to mine as if to say it is how
we know. Think, when two must separate how sad it is for each then
having to find another way to affirm their bodies. Knock one against
another or tree or rock and there's your pain. Now we have our arms
filled with each other. Could we not grow old in this posture and be
buried as one body which others would do for us tenderly?
poem by David Ignatow
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Lips Like Sugar
She floats like a swan
Grace on the water
Lips like sugar
Lips like sugar
Just when you think you've caught her
She glides across the water
She calls for you tonight
To share this moonlight
She'll flow down your river
And ask him and she'll give you
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
She knows what she knows
I know what she's thinking
Sugar kisses
Sugar kisses
Just when you think she's yours
She's flown to other shores
To laugh at how you break
To melt into this lake
She'll flow down your river
And ask him and she'll give you
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
She'll be my mirror
Reflect what I am
A loser and a winner
The King of Siam
And my Siamese twin
She knows what I'm thinking
???
She'll flow down your river
And ask him and she'll give you
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
song performed by by Coldplay
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A House
rusty galvanized iron
as roof
barely a third of the space
mixed with the
nipa shillings
this is the house
by the side of the sea
with bamboo slats
as walls
the sea is not calm today
the bamboo fences are shaky
to the strong wind
i am inside a house of glass
i see all these
but i hear nothing
leaves of the jackfruit are blown
to the other side of the
fenced area
beyond this frame of mind
i cannot say anything
i am caged.
Our vision is caged.
We do not see
the whole picture
and people think that
we are wrong
that we are blind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On The Last Day
As I await the the birth of spring
I watch winter take it's last breaths of life
Before it must wither and die like all things.
It reminds me of all who have gone before me
Leaving me with memories of a life all but gone
Wishing that I to may leave something worth remembering
To all that I will leave behind
For I believe we live on in the hearts of those we have touched
With kindness and caring without anything being asked in return
For like God the father to give is to gain
In ways we may only know on the last day
poem by David Kush
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Juliana....
on early morning
she walks down the river
leaving all her
coverings on the grass
she wades in the water
naked
as the bamboo trees
bend with the wind
paying homage to her
raw beauty
she plunges into the
cool waters of the river
and the river
takes joy of her body
then she rises
as water drips on her breasts
giving way to her
nipples
as the water cascades down
her abdomen
to her legs
Juliana, the mountain beauty
once i have seen her
under the moon amidst
the trees in the forest
and the virgin hills.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doubts Of Mystic poet!
Nee maye olago,
Ninnolu mayeyo?
Kannada Mystic poet
Kanakadasa
Are you in MAYA,
Or MAYA is in you?
Are you in body,
Or body is in you?
Is sugar sweet,
Or sweetness in sugar,
Or sugar and sweet both are in tongue?
Is tounge in body,
Or body in tongue,
Or both body and tongue are in mind?
Is mind in you or
You are in mind,
Or both you and mind are in
world?
Is the God in world,
Or World in God,
Or both world and God
are in your eyes?
Are eyes in you,
Or you in eyes?
Or both you and eyes
are in
beloved
Kaginele Adi Keshava?
15th century
mystic poet
Kanakadasa.
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Going To Hell...by Talile Ali
I have always loved
looking at women.
My earliest memories are of how
beautiful girls looked naked.
As a kid,
occasionally
I would get a glimpse of the girls
taking a bath.
As I viewed their beautiful nakedness
indulging so freely and happily in the water
I was launched into a sort of
nymph like world of wonder.
Deep forest greens
and weeping willows.
Pools of water
reflecting the suns own light
and refracting all of it's colors
The feeling I was filled with
at that moment were
and still are
religious
I was taught in so many direct
and in direct ways that
looking at naked women
was porn
That any one who liked
looking at naked women
was going to
hell,
well
I most definitely am going to hell
poem by Talile Ali
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Which Disease You Suffer From?
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies thin suffer
from, 'Anorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies muscular suffer
from, 'Bigorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies perfect
suffer from, 'Athletica Nervosa'.
Those who are preoccupied with an
imaginary defect of their body
suffer from, Body Dysmorphic Disorder”.
Those who love their bodies
while yelling, “To hell with the world”
suffer from, “Narcissistic Disorder”.
Those who refuse to take care
of bodies while shouting, ” To hell with it”
suffer from, 'Diogenes Syndrome'.
Hey! Buddy, Which disease you suffer from?
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
05/05/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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My imaginary friend
My imaginary friend
Has got brown eyes
And brown hair
My imaginary friend
Is as cuddly
As polo bear
My imaginary friend
Is playful and kind
My imaginary friend
Has got a big mind
My imaginary friend
Is complete with care
My imaginary friend
Knows how to share
My imaginary friend
Is my sweetheart
My imaginary friend
Likes so much art
My imaginary friend
Is really fun
The truth is
I don’t have imaginary friend
All of this is my mum
M.Reka 2006
poem by Marinela Reka
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