My Experience Of You
i have progressed
in the satisfaction of my desire
i started with the flesh
oh! it was memorable
your lips and tongue satiated me for years
your firm body & supple breasts were so useful
and i had it to the full
but it did not end there
of course
what i had later were the bones
and sockets of your eyes
and dried veins of you once
beautiful body
it is terrible to think
about this reality!
i remained to be your lover
the faithful and consistent one
and what remained of you was dust
and i ask myself
was i that foolish to stay longer here
and love dust
all my life?
and then the wind came and blew you away
scattered whatever were you
on the trees and the seas
and what i have of you is nothing
i can use my imagination to make you stay
but i have become so mad and fickle
i must forget you
but i cannot
i nurture the spot where those dusts stayed once
i am empty
i am incomplete
and this is the end of the story
i wish upon death
one night to come
and get me at once.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Transformations Of Our Being
at first, no matter how trivial
each dust becomes special
since it comes from your tongue
wet with the sweetest saliva of your love,
we always want it that way
that rainy feel
that wets us all over
running down our spine
into the hidden nooks of
our being
that we do not wish to share
with any creature
in this exclusive spot that we found
gee
you say it once
and i join you
in this harmony
of our
differences
wow is my other word
for these ordinary dusts
that go inside me
i become a part
of the boulevard
where lovers
want to spend the
night
with the winds
that change
the arrangements
made by
fate
now to dust
shall we to dust return
but when that time comes
we too
have assumed the body
of the wind
the soul of the earth
the dusts
invincible
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Derwent River
Don’t place my lifeless body in a box
and lay me in the cold, damp, ground,
so that in years to come they can dig me up
and move my bones around.
Place my body in a warm dark place
and ignite the walls of fire,
so my flesh and bones become ash and dust,
and I can be scattered where I desire.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Sometimes I am amazed of the magic that is done
It all started with something insignificant
Like dust,
Sticking on a window pane, and I want it
Dusted off, it is dirt, it is unwanted,
And I do not even know what to do next
About such
Insignificance and feelings of simply
Trying to get rid of dust immediately,
But then, I begin to think about this
Dust, this me, this dust in me,
Some dusts on my feet, some dusts on
My forehead, and some dusts in my ears,
Some dusts in my eyes so obstructive
Of what I really am, and I know what to do next,
The bulb lighting in my head in a sudden,
I touch the dust,
I feel the dust with my fingers, and I am crazy enough
I taste the dust on my window pane,
And I shiver,
I am shaking to its taste, the taste of nothingness
If was from dust that I really come,
I now remember,
It will be to dust that I shall return,
I am now reminded,
And the dust that I used to see
As dirt, as something so insignificant, is now,
A magical patch, glistening, so filled with meaning,
I am nothing but dust; I am biting the dust,
I am very insignificant, in that window pane, at first.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poets Era
They whispered as thunder clapped
and the rain fell
the bird hid as they songs
were awfully silent
nothing was said as the
television remained silent
the creatures stayed and stared
as the all stayed mouth open
pen to paper he wrote
the night were cold
and day brutal
sleep cometh not to these
eyes as my hand shake
retired from it all
fell sick as i stand tall
had to come back
said it was my last
but the mind of a poet
just refuse to quit
inspiration ran through
my veins as my body ache
the books took dust
but they story they tell
now pen to paper i see
when i write people listen
and through that peace evolves
so pen to paper its glad to say
In the dawn of my day
and the silence of the night
a poet time is never ended
cause in death our tale still tells
so my time is an era to be told
so here i go
poem by Robert Roberts
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Because You Never Talk to Me...
all that is left of me will be
bones suffering takes the flesh and breaks
the nerves the sad times long
enough shall mellow these
bones into powder decently turning
later into a hundred or more
dusts then you shall
identify with me for dust
too is your final destiny
everything you are shall be dust too
you too shall mellow
now is the best time to talk
in the common ground of our final existence
but it will be too late
the strong wind by then
has blown us all away
scattered specks
lacking the specifics....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kiss Me, Death!
kiss me, death...
i have followed the trail
of your perfume for too long.
my body aches from sleeping on rocks,
and my feet no longer have a vision!
the wind whips between these ancient trees,
that smile with the silent ache of longing.
and this small fire i've built is just that,
i leave no trace or thought.
and the stars that crumble to dust
in my hands already know,
only the crows wait for dawn.
i am the lover whose face you've forgotten,
the body of your desire!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Valediction Of The Body For The Soul
I am the body, and you are the soul. I let you in. You are my guest.
Inside my body, you feel what i feel.You know what i know.
What you like i too must like.
What you disgust I too must disgust.
We have become one. Ideally, we go. I go where you go.
I let you stand on my feet
I let you touch the persons and things that you love
Through my Hands.
I am the body and you are the Soul. Inside me
You are my guest. They say that you are more important.
Holier. More wise. Filled with Understanding,
As I let you stay, I have become of lesser importance
To those who worship you, through me.
I am the body, and I have become secondary
to Your importance. But you are just my guest. I have let you in.
Now I demand that you too must respect my flesh,
My bones, My blood. I bleed. You don't. I feel the pain
You don't. I now demand that you too My Soul
Must understand my simple needs. My need for warmth
and Desire.
I am the Body and You are the Soul. I demand respect
and understanding otherwise I may use my power
to Oust You. I still have the power to put an end
To this Body and it is you who must leave.
You must understand me. When I end the life of this Body
As I very well know I can, then you Leave.
I will be left. I may rot. I may turn to Dust. But I have done
what is within my Power.
Respect my little lusts. That is my compromise with You.
Have a little understanding to my confusions.
Bear with Me too. Be my Guest. Be the Good One.
My Soul, My friend, My companion.I am your Faithful Body.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Limitations Of The Body...
sometimes i forget that i have a body
it is only when i eat that i remember i have one
but most of the times
i am full and so i almost forget all about this body
i am feeding it with wrong things
ideas, more ideas,
i am covering it with mysteries that it cannot relate because
a body is just a body
earthly, mundane
clay,
stick, creepy
skin, hair
sunken eyes,
trembling hands
it is flesh, bones, cartilages,
and
nerves, and when all these nerves take revenge on me
i shall finally lose this body
which i welcome somehow
because i have not experienced it yet
fully
i live in the mind,
my castle is in my imagination,
and i eat nothing for the day
but words
and i drink nothing for the day but ink
and i touch nothing for the day
but keys
the body is forgotten and so are my chains,
my prisons, my
dark rooms,
my body, this fetter,
this
ball and chain that hold me
in hunger and pain and
thirst and
constant urination,
disturbing
defecation
sometimes i like to become nothing but air
so you cannot see me anymore so i can go places and be lost forever
because i am not this body,
and i do not want to be caught in here
a little longer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eden
Met her on a Monday
I probably should have stayed in bed
But cupid came to stay
And he set up shop inside my head
Beautiful you
You dont have a clue
You star in the story of my life
Beautiful you
Beautiful you
You took me down on my own knife
Bareback
My black
Bloody celebration day
On your body,
Thank God
I never had the nerve to say
Beautiful you
You dont have a clue
You star in the story of my life
Beautiful you
Beautiful you
You took me down on my own knife
And you
Make me feel
But I
Thought it was real
Beautiful you
Beautiful you
Feels like a Sunday
I think Ill just stay in bed
Beautiful you
You dont have a clue
You star in the story of my life
Beautiful you
Beautiful you
You took me down on my own knife
Beautiful you
You dont have a clue
You are the writer in my head
Beautiful you
Beautiful you
You took me down on my bed
Feels like a Monday
I think Ill just stay in bed
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Beautiful You
Met her on a Monday I probably should have stayed in bed
But cupid came to stay and he set up shop inside my head
[Chorus:]
Beautiful you
You don't have a clue
You star in the story of my life
Beautiful you
Beautiful you
You took me down on my own knife
Bareback, my black, bloody celebration day
On your body, thank God I never had the nerve to say
[Chorus:]
Beautiful you
You don't have a clue
You star in the story of my life
Beautiful you
Beautiful you
You took me down on my own knife
And you make me feel
But I thought it was real
Beautiful you
Feels like a Sunday I think I'll just stay in bed
[Chorus:]
Beautiful you
You don't have a clue
You star in the story of my life
Beautiful you
Beautiful you
You took me down on my own knife
[Chorus:]
Beautiful you
You don't have a clue
You are the writer in my head
Beautiful you
Beautiful you
You took me down on my bed
Feels like a Monday I think I'll just stay in bed
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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I Could Have
i could have kissed you on your lips
and hugged you tight
and caressed your breasts
and licked your whole
white soft body
that night all i did was simply imagine
savoring your eyes
with my gaze
i did not even caress your hair
and touch
your finger
that night i was so foolish
when you left
i did not bother asking you to stay
i was so foolish
i simply wrote you this poem
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From Dust To Dust
This body will perish must
From air to air, from dust to dust
Or Water to water...
Yet we fight!
For our right to win the Flesh, The Buck, the Power..
But Nothing will remain.
Neighbor will laugh at my folly,
In my absence,
Because I was silly
Committing the same mistake.
Knowing nothing remains....
Everybody will go from ash to ashes,
From dust to dust...
From fire we come,
Remain in Water,
Stay in Fire and go to Dust!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Dust In The Wind
Music : Kerry Livgren
Lyrics: Kerry Livgren
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now, Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
song performed by by Scorpions
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The Temptation of the Flesh and Heaven Revealed
The temptation of the flesh and heaven revealed,
I woke this morning to see that the devil was in my bed
Oh what big breast you have Lucifer
The better for to seduce you my son
Oh what lovely lips you have Lucifer.
The better to toy with you my son
Oh what beautiful body you have Lucifer
The better for to love you with my son
This went on for hours and I gave in knowing who it was
Oh what bliss my body feels
The better to blind you my son
Oh what pleasure my flesh feels
The better for to bind you my son
Who says that the devil can't take you to heaven?
I went twice last night with her.
But visit you will stay you will not.
The flesh may show you the delights of heaven,
But will never give you full access.
poem by Cody Moore
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The Man Who Loves Much More Than The Lover....
another man and this is usual
has imagined that he is loved
because he had loved the most
boasting
that tonight that love will be forceful
to sink him
to unfathomable depths
melting him with all
sweet gaze
tsk tsk tsk
another foolish man bites the dust
filling his lungs with sand and soil
burying his body and his lust
tsk tsk tsk
the lover is pretending
closing his eyes in order not to see that ugliness
tsk tsk tsk
when will he ever learn
that that someone has never loved him?
for he is dust
all dust and nothing more.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: The ‘Wise’ Fool!
Your mind was busy thinking, things of own;
Your heart was not present in doing good;
Your body functioned in ways lustful known;
Your soul remained as sinful as it could!
Oh, man of experience and worldly taste!
You seem to forget God’s awesome power;
You failed to keep your body and mind chaste;
You nipped the buds before they could flower!
You never feared the God who gave you years;
Your tongue used disdainful words with freedom;
Your eyes were blind and deaf remained your ears;
Your earthly knowledge can’t become wisdom.
You never heeded scriptures divine Word!
Will God forgive your sinful past record?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-20-2008
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I Love The African Woman
I Love The African Woman
I love the African woman
Her golden eyes
Burnt by smoke yet remained pure
Her black hair
Burdened by loads yet remained long
I love the African woman
Her dark lips
Kissed and chewed by men, Black and White
Yet remained full and thick
Her tender breast
Fondled by hands, smooth and callous
Yet remained firm and tall
At her back great men slept
On her laps heroes were nursed
At the meeting of her thighs all men dream
Her feet, hardened and bruised
Yet she keep moving
With pride
With dignity
I love her African heart
I love her African passion
I love the African woman
poem by Joseph Eli Atisu
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The Story Of Modern Verses
The story that had started in wonder
The story that had started in pain
The story that always remained untold
The story that could never unfold
The reality of complex human natures
The story that could only capture
The superficial aspects of humanity
That is the story of modern verses
That is the only story of our modern age.
There comes the hatred full of love
And love full of hatred
There stands the familiarity at a distance
And a distant association and nearness
More glorified than any day to day familiarity.
The story of modern verses always reminds us
About the shallowness of modernity
About the obscurity of the material world.
This story once told shall touch the base
And would make everybody else to lose the race
Because winning is no more the destiny,
The destiny is only love, faith and submission
The destiny is only achieved by losing
At all phases of life - as the winning game
Is full of distortions and unhappiness.
The story of modern verses clicks in the mind of society
To push it through the hollow modern age
And make it reach the destiny of truth and harmony.
poem by Somsubhro Ghosh
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Dust In The Wind
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Flash before my eyes of curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now
Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
song performed by by Kansas
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Body To Body
Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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