The Heart Too Asks For Pleasure
do not underestimate the heart
it too shall take pleasure
it is not pure love
as gentle as the softness of the
cloud that merely drifts
upon the orders of the wind
it also know what pleasure is
so appease it with the wildness
of your love: crush it with the strength
of your loving arms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unfortunate man
Unfortunate man
No lamp burns
As the lamp of love
No cloud rains
As the cloud of love
No water flows
As the water of love
No wind blows
As the wind of love
No pleasure is more
Than the pleasure of giving
No return is more golden
Than the return of love
But he who does not know
How to dissolve
Surely he is an unfortunate man.
He who believes in taking only
Surely he is a miser man
How does he know,
What is the pleasure in dismantlement?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Don't Underestimate The Power Of...
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Your Embrace
The Power You Hold
In That Timeless Place
When My World Stops
At Your Wonderful Touch
Suspended In Rapture
With You, Giving So Much
… Strength and Comfort
And Tender Care
Don’t Underestimate
The Power There …
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Holding Hands
A Symbol-Bond, Saying,
‘Together, We Stand’
As We Share and Show
As One, We Plan
To Face The Future
With GOD … ‘We Can’
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Seeing Your Face
Eyes of Night-Skies
And Lips Of Berries’ Taste
Those Mystery Eyes
When They Meet With Mine
Passion Pours
As Our Lips, Wine and Dine …
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Our Hearts
Don’t Underestimate The Power
O Love’s Great Art
Tho’ The Heart, May Be Struck
With 10,000 Darts
Love, Has The Power To Make It
To Never Break Apart!
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Your Embrace
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Your Sweet Face
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Pure, Sweet Love
It, Is What, Holding Hands and Hearts
And Hopes Are Made Of
* * * *
(Don’t Underestimate …
The Power Of Even This …
Poetic Notes, Sealed With A Kiss
Words Spoken In Lover’s Bliss
A Whispered Wish, I Insist
Is Also, On The ‘Don’t Underestimate List …
So, Just Don’t Underestimate The Powers
Of A Love, So Strong and True, As Ours …)
Written & ©: 4/18/10
By: MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Waves to fall in love
Men eyes heave on woman as waves, on the shore.
Each wave of men has got a crush on her.
Waves in succession rise and fall ashore,
Each flash yielding innumerable droplets,
That have very much bearing on the shore.
Do they do without a purpose?
Do they do without any pleasure?
Is not the pleasure itself a purpose?
Acts of love are an on-going pleasure.
It purrs the senses, thanks to dopamine.
It enlivens the body, thanks to Endorphin and Enkaphalins.
Loving is like breathing, with t he end in not view.
30.12.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Til' The Last Drop
My pen has only a little ink before it is dry, but my heart still has many more words to say. So I will write until my heart has no more words to say or ’til the last drop.
My dear sweet love;
It has been several years since my eyes have had the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face, or my arms the pleasure of feeling your warm embrace.
But I’d like you to know ‘til the last tear dropp falls
from my eyes, in my heart your love will lie.
‘Til the last dropp of love leaves my heart, you and I will never part.
‘Til the last dropp of compassion is drained from my soul, in my arms you I will forever hold.
It has been several years since you been out my life, and even through you’re in heaven you’re still my wife.
Well, my love the words are starting to fade, but not because my heart has no more to say, but my pen is going dry.
But before the last dropp I’d like you to know I will love you ‘til the day I die.
Love is a pleasure
Pursuit of love is a pleasure.
Pining of love is a pleasure.
Pain of love is a pleasure.
Failure of love too is so.
Any stage of love is a pleasure.
30.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasure Is The Bait
Excitement gives pleasure;
Exploration gives pleasure;
Sexual love gives pleasure.
Pleasures are momentary.
Pleasure can peak the happiness
Or cause the valley of sorrow.
Pleasure is the bait one's after
Not minding the after-effects.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Me
(tom baird/nick zesses/dino fekaris)
Love me
Love me the way that you love me
The way that you do when youre dreaming of me
Love me the way that you love me
Give me the pleasure that makes me love you too
Hey, the touch of your hands
Awakens feelings deep inside me
You know
The warmth of your breath
Is like a soft wind sent to guide me
All those sweet sensations
Let me feel them now
Love me the way that you love me
The way that you do when youre dreaming of me
Love me the way that you love me
Give me the pleasure that makes me love you too
Oh, were starting together
I feel your love is flowing through me
You know
Whatever youre doing
I love the way
You do it to me
All those sweet sensations
Let me feel them now
Ooh,
Love me the way that you love me
The way that you do when youre dreaming of me
Love me the way that you love me
Give me the pleasure that makes me love you too
Ooh,
I see the love on your face is glowing
I feel your lovin inside me growin
I know exactly just where youre goin
Let me come with you
Love me the way that you love me
The way that you do when youre dreaming of me
Love me the way that you love me
Give me the pleasure that makes me love you too
Love me the way that you love me
The way that you do when youre dreaming of me
Love me the way that you love me
Give me the pleasure that makes me love you too
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Be the end negative
If I don’t let you know that I love you,
Where is the pleasure of loving you, dear?
If I don’t get your consent to my love,
What is the use of my loving you, dear?
Even then if I pursue my love for you,
It is my faith in time and hope in you.
Even if I go with an empty hand,
I shall be thankful for the time I spent.
A game played would not rob the pleasure
Of playing, though with a negative end.
12.11.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasure
Pleasures in my car
Even in the bar as Im searching
In the love thats strong
Breathing in the song, Im learning
(I am learning)
Pleasure in the sand
Warm within the hand shes holding
It is on the screen
Adventures at ninteen, Im searching
I am searching in my heart
Pleasure in my heart
Never let us part for pleasure
Work,work today
Never let them pay for pleasure
Leave or lose her from my heart.
Pleasure is your name
I accept he blame for falling
It is down the phone
Living in your home,Im calling
(I am calling)
Pleasure is a word
When love is left unheard,its burning
It is on the screen
Adventures at ninteen, Im searching
I am searching in my heart.
Why do you feel like breaking my heart?
What made you feel like breaking my heart tonight?
Now I am crying,now I am crying.
Pleasure in my heart
Never let us part for pleasure
Work,work today
Never let them pay for pleasure
Leave or lose her from my heart.
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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A Loving Woman
Love was in her genes; she couldn’t say no.
She was friendly to men who had crush on her.
She was free with men she was in love with.
She didn’t say no to men of rank and name.
She entertained men out of pity,
For their madness and for their servitude.
Causing pleasure in men was her pleasure-
A kind of sacrifice for sake of love.
It was not vice, nor lasciviousness.
It is like flowers emitting fragrance.
Relationships never spoilt her character.
She remained a good mother, unsoiled.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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But Yet
If you could look into my eyes…
You would see my heart jump with glee…
Because of the way you look at me…
How (my heart) works extra hard…
At pumping blood into my veins…
(But yet) …
Whenever I think of you, my heart…
Re-acts…in a more positive way…
As it is trying to please you…
And you are not around…
(But yet) …we are connected…
So just imagine…the will…
It would give me…
When I see you…
Queen before me…
The Nile at your back…
And the sky in it's marvelous blue…
(But yet) I fade in and out…
There is a queen, true womanhood…
In my sight…What a blessed man am I…
So to love you gentle…
Would be an understatement at best…
Loving you gentle… has no human words…
With the pleasure…I could give or receive…
From such a queen…as yourself…
You are perfect…(But yet) …
Your only flaw is…loving me…(I) …
The womb of your beginning…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Opposite displeasure
Success gives pleasure.
Conquest gives pleasure.
Revenge gives pleasure.
Hunting gives pleasure.
Coveting gives pleasure.
Mind; every pleasure
Gives equal and opposite
Displeasure to others.
In a way we act as sadists
04.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In a Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay
In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go;
But when I wak'd it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my heart is surely pight
Of her alone to have a sight,
Which is my joy and heart's delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
poem by Robert Wever
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My Mom
My Mom was like a perfect rose at springtime,
Pure and beautiful, and the petals perfectly formed,
And it's fragrance sweet and pleasing to the senses.
For the rose, as my mom, came into this world as a thing of beauty.
As time passed, the winds came into my mother's life,
For as life brings the rose, it also brings the winds.
The wind blows the petals off the rose and it is no longer new
And struggles through the wind to regain its strength and beauty.
Because the rose by God's design is a thing of splendor,
The petals grow back as the winds die down,
As did my mother, for her spirit was strong,
And she lived her life with a love that had no boundaries.
My Mom fought many winds with grace and strength,
Always with a smile and never to bring sadness to anyone,
For she could not bear to see anyone cry,
She was too full of love and life to let the wind touch her spirit.
Mom was my perfect rose; beautiful, warm, loving, and sweet.
She is safe from the winds now and lives in Heaven.
She will live on in my heart always,
And ease the strong wind that weakens me.
Someday the wind will be only a gentle breeze upon my face,
And I will know that she lives on in me forever.
I will know that my Mom is still with me,
Still beautiful and strong and loving.
She is safe now and so much stronger than the winds
The she so courageously endured.
And in that she taught me to believe, have faith, and to know
That I have the strength to endure the winds of my own sorrow.
I love you Mom, you are forever in my heart - you are forever.
poem by Sally DeSmet Trueblood
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It's My Honour
Loving you is my honour
Loving you is my thrill
Loving me is not easy
And can take all your will
Loving you is pleasure
Loving you is pain
When you take your love from me
It makes me go insane
You're the object of my desire
The essence of my heart
I'm alive when we're together
I die when we're apart
You give me such fulfilment
You fill my heart with life
For I'm honoured to be your husband
And I'm honoured you're my wife
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A Gentle Madness (Love Poem)
Love is a gentle madness that leaves you empty,
Giving everything and expecting nothing back.
Love is a gentle madness that makes you feel alive,
Taking pleasure in every little thing she does.
Love is a gentle madness that changes everything,
Making your life impossible without her near.
Love is a gentle madness that drowns your sorrow,
Blinding you to her perfectly obvious imperfections.
Love is a gentle madness that brings you peace,
Holding you closer than her breath each night.
Love is a gentle madness that turns your world,
Seeing only beauty as she looks into your eyes.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Make It Through The Storm
So now U want 2 leave me, but why U will not say
Then don't tell me why, just tell me that U'll never go away
Oh, don't give up now, girl, we've been through so much more
Oh, can't U see U're the only thing that I'm living 4
The world's a cold and empty place
Without a love 2 keep U warm
Oh, hold me in your arms 2night
Don't U know we'll make it, make it through the storm
Our love is pain and pleasure but I keep holding on
Cuz I never want 2 lose your love, gotta help me make it strong
Just hold me tight, I'm yours 2night, your love will keep me warm
Hold me in your arms 2night, we'll make it through the storm
The world's such an empty place
Without a love 2 keep U warm
Oh, hold me in your arms 2night
Don't U know we'll make it, make it through the storm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah {x2}
(We're gonna make it, we got 2 make it)
(We're gonna make it) {repeats in BG}
Make it through the storm
The wind, the wind, your heart is so cold
I can make it
Make it through the storm
Your love, your love, your love is pain and pleasure
U, it's U, it's U I'll always treasure
We'll make it through the storm {x2
song performed by by Prince
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A Missing Chapter
Your Deceiving eyes led me wrong
and now I am, were I should not belong
our eyes are passages to our souls they say
every once a while we let ourselves stray
Loving you is fire; appealing to my eyes
and healing to my desires.
It brings pleasure to my heart but to my fingers pain
and to my memory it is smoke, ashes and stains.
Loving you is magic; which slowly disappears.
It is bewilderness in beauty and sweetness in my tears.
It brings pleasure to my heart, which I haven’t felt in years.
but the unresolved equations, remain as souvenirs
loving you is rain; bringing cure to my thirst.
But to my strong structure, it brings shivers and a curse.
Loving is you like flying over the sky's highest cloud,
as peaceful as it seems its dangerous empty and load.
Loving you is a picture I hung now onto my wall
it tells my favorite story which by detail I recall.
Loving you is a secret I tightly withhold.
And in spite of my resistance it still longs to be told.
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Pleasure Principle
THE PLEASURE PRINCIPLE
Janet Jackson
Album: Control
You might think I'm crazy but I'm serious
It's better you know now
What I thought was happiness
Was only part-time bliss
You can take a bow
It was all just one big night out on the town
Riding in your limousine
We turned right, then I said wrong
Which brings us to a stop
As the light is changing
Oh my meter's running so I got to go, now
CHORUS:
It's the pleasure principle, oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
It's the principle of pleasure, oh-oh
It's the pleasure principle, oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
It's true you want to build your life on guarantees
Hey take a ride in a big yellow taxi
I'm not here to feed your insecurities
I wanted you to love me
This has become an all too familiar scene
It's not the first time I've paid the fare
Where'd you get the idea of material possession?
Thank you for the ride nowhere
And oh my meter's running, so I really have to go
CHORUS
I know what you mean to me
Baby this is nowhere
You what became between you and me
Human differential
It's the principle of pleasure oh-oh oh oh oh
It's the pleasure principle, principle
oh ohhhh ohhhh oh
You might say that I'm no good
I wouldn't trust your looks, baby if I could
I got too many things I wanna do before I'm through
It's the pleasure principle, it's the pleasure principle
It's the pleasure principle
Baby you can hold me down, baby you can hold me down
After all the love that we've been through
After all you put me through
Love me, love me
It's the pleasure principle
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXXVIII
TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED
Why did you love me? Was it not enough
That the world loved you, all the world and I?
Or was your heart of so sublime a stuff
That it might trifle with inconstancy
And love and cease to love and yet not die?
Heaven was your throne by right of happiness
And Earth your footstool. All things great and high
Waited your bidding, love itself no less.
Yet, if you deigned to love, if from your place
In Heaven you stooped, if, when your heart was moved,
A thrill of human pleasure tinged your face,
If 'twas in weakness not in strength you loved,
Then there was cause to blush. Yet, loving, how
Shall you blush less to be apostate now?
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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