The Worshipper Of Stone
until now
he refuses to tell you the object
of his affection
the god that he worships
on top of the mountain
his golden possession
that looks at him without any affection at all
if only you could see it
it is nothing but the most common stone
any ordinary urchin of the street
picks it up and throws it at anybody
some bang their heads on it
those suicidal fools
others merely pass by and
sees it without any serious consideration at all
look at him
he is wounded by the one he loves
he is scattered like dust
and falls upon the places that he never wanted
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Justine
You keep your pretty girls
Chained inside the dungeon
And diamonds and pearls
You keep them a'coming
Give them all of your affection
You keep your naughty boys
Locked inside the kitchen
And when they make a noise
A swish of your hand keeps them
Screaming out for your affection
I don't know the why's or wherefores
I don't what's wrong or right
I just know at night
You give them all of your affection
You keep your servants down
Swinging from the gallows
And when they come round
Oh you smile and you say hello
Give them all of your affection
You give them all of your affection
You give them all of your affection
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene from Ocean Colour Scene
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Affection is modest - even furtive and shame-faced. Once when I had remarked on the affection quite often found between cat and dog, my friend replied, "Yes. But I bet no dog would ever confess it to the other dogs."
C.S. Lewis in The Four Loves
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A Different Direction
Once I was asked for just some affection
to lay down beside just to hold and comfort
I said no it was a pretense to get me to let go
Then I was asked didn't I ever want just affection
I said no I wanted love and love was in another direction
your expression of pain and sorrow hurt as you softly said
and what of tomorrow
I walked away glade to get away
and never thought about tomorrow
until today for today is that tomorrow
and oh how just a little affection now
would take away so much sorrow
So now in my pain as I long for affection
I remember when I chose a different direction.
poem by Steven Sabathie
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A Life without Life
A life, a journey
without passion and affection
emptiness inside
gloominess outside
dreams fly away
reality is a blur
A life, a journey
without passion and affection
lying outside
dying inside
holding on to a belief
nothing but a dust
A life, a journey
without passion and affection
time passed by
nothing gained everything lost
poem by Anggie Servian
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Where Angels Play
Come with me to a place no likes Ive ever seen
A million miles from here where no one's ever been
God-given rays and a holy heaven phase [?]
I'm on the edge of something shadowy
I'm coming through
'Ok, let's fly,' she says, 'this carpet's made for two'
This room be [?] a little box, no place for me and you
Our carpet falls on a dew-fresh daffodil plain
Take a look around, there's something happening
All the colors fade
I don't want you now, bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now, the seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty, bang bang
I don't think so, no no
I don't think so, no no
Bang bang, bang bang
Out below the country rolls like a mighty boiling sea
The warm red sun gives up and sinks into the tree
But I've no pill [?] I can't stand here betrayed
Take a look around there's something happening
All the colors fade
I don't want you now, bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now, the seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty, bang bang
I don't think so, no no
I don't think so, no no
Bang bang, bang bang
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Lust In Affection
Concupiscence gushing over tenderness
Conscience blushing over gentleness
Salacious in demeanor
Affection urges to be cleaner
Lechery rippling through emotions
Crippling all genial notions
Wanton in its trait
Affection is the sole bait
Irascible when left on its own
Lust flares if affection is not shown
Malicious when you let it lurk around
Lascivious in the murk, that surround
Avid in essence,
Lewd in all sense,
Blame not chasteness to be tense
Let there lust be in affection
Word is, there must be deception
poem by Ruffled Quill
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What A Woman Wants
Damn what do these women want from us? Well i think they want respect, attention, affection, consideration, sexual pleasure(on those steamy nights) , to be pampered every once in a while, to be surprised every now and then lets them know we are thinkin of them other than when your around them, for their man to show them off and let every one know we feel they are our prize.Respect your woman dont look at other women. Respect her opinion and take all things she says into consideration. some women just want companionship and stability if u dont have it how can u offer it. a woman wants a man who doesnt love her jus for her looks or body but also appreciates and cherishes it. a woman wants to be happy not stressed overworked and underappreciated and a man who doesnt mind breakin his pride and attitude for her. a man who would trade anything in the world not to have her but jus to see her smile. only because if loved her the way he say he did her and her smile would be his diamond.RESPECT ATTENTION LOVE AFFECTION HONESTY AND LOYALTY will decide if ur relaltionship lasts or shud i say if u last
poem by Emile Segue
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Love An Affection
(coverdale/moody)
Well, I love the way you walk
With your skin tight stride,
You got my eyes wide open
An my loose tongue tied
A french kiss mouth
An a smile so bad,
Youre the finest woman
That I ever had
So its alright,
Do anything you wanna do
Nobody had to tell you
How to make a mans heart bleed,
Your mama always knew
You was born to succeed
I can see the honey juice
Dripping off your lips,
Girl, you got the midas touch
Its in your fingertips
But its alright,
Do anything you wanna do
cos after midnight, Ill be alright
Riding on cupids train,
You give me loving, like Ive never had before,
Im back in the saddle again
So give me love an affection,
Love an affection
A little love an affection
Sure nuff goes a long, long way
You put your arms around me
Like a circle round the sun,
Your eyes turn on the hypnotising game
You play for fun
Im caught in your spell
Just like the spider an the fly,
An I cant break away from you
No matter how I try
But, its alright,
Do anything you wanna do
cos after midnight, Ill be alright
Riding on cupids train,
You give me loving, like Ive never had before,
Im back in the saddle again
So give me love an affection,
Love an affection
A little love an affection
Sure nuff goes a long, long way
cos after midnight, Ill be alright
Riding on cupids train,
You give me loving, like Ive never had before,
Im back in the saddle again
So give me love an affection,
Love an affection
A little love an affection
Sure nuff goes a long, long way
Love an affection
A little love an affection
Baby, baby, love an affection
Sure nuff goes a long, long way
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
I need love an affection,
Sure nuff goes a long, long way...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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If I Were An Object
If I were an object
I would be a guitar
So that my man would hold me
Close to his heart
He'll hold me, carress me
Touch me, fondle me
And I'll have no recourse but to sing
The sweetest song he'll ever hear
If I were an object of desire
I'd be his guitar
For I know he will never go far
I'll be his sole obsession
a life-long affliction
Subject to his unwavering
affection and dedication
I will conquer his soul
He will be my possession
In return I will grant him
His longed-for absolution
And he will never want to put me down
For he can never get enough of that sound
The notes he'll never reach
The song that makes him weep
The sound of a woman...
... still sighing... while he sleeps....
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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In My Mind! All This Time
Your per-son-ality...
Was not just picked from any litter.
Your dig-ni-ty...
Is of the best I've ever seen.
You are so far from routine,
And it gets so hard to leave...
The matter of affection I feel.
That matter of affection felt.
Your Per,
Son...
Ality!
Was not just picked from any litter.
And your,
Dig...
Ni,
Ty! ?
Is of the best I've ever seen.
Your personality...
Is wha'ts delivered.
From a giver of love and liberty!
Your per-son-ality...
Was not just picked from any litter.
Your dig-ni-ty...
Is of the best I've ever seen.
Your per-son-ality...
Was not just picked from any litter.
Your per-son-ality...
Was selected to give as a gift!
That per-son-ality...
Was not just picked from any litter.
Your per-son-ality...
Is the kind to stay in one's mind!
And you have remained,
In my mind!
All this time!
Because...
The matter of affection I feel.
And,
That matter of affection felt.
And you have remained,
In my mind!
Because...
The matter of affection I feel.
And,
That matter of affection felt.
And you have remained,
In my mind!
All this time.
Because...
The matter of affection I feel.
And,
That matter of affection felt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Angels Play
Come with me to a place no eyes have ever seen
A million miles from here where no one's ever been
God-given grace and a holy heaven face
I'm on the edge of something shattering
I'm coming through
Ok let's fly she says 'this carpet's made for two'
This ugly little box no place for me and you
Our carpet falls on a dew-fresh dappled plain
Take a look around there's something happening
All the colors fade
I don't want you now
Bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now
The seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty bang bang
I don't think so no no
I don't think so no no
Bang bang
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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On Sonnet CXVI - Parody William Shakespeare
True Love cannot change
the object of affection, -
but new loves oft exchange
their subjects on reflection…
Sonnet CXVI
L’Amour vrai ne change jamais,
a un sujet, fidelité.
Mais le léger échangerait
ses sujets souvent, à son gré…
poem by Jonathan Robin
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There is nothing
Exceptional,
Nothing special
With me,
I am just ordinary
In decency, in status,
I am what you call
the average man,
Of no special rank
Of lesser significance
I am found
In the most common
Places, undistinguished
in the most common men
in the market, in the mall,
in the park, in the beach,
in the streets, in the church,
in anywhere in everywhere
I am what you see
As plain, the usual
The most customary
that you meet &
easily forget
I am the
Normal person that you
Shake hands with,
whose name
does not linger
long enough in your mind
I live in the many
I am the numerous
I breathe the common Air
I drink the water
For everyone
I smell like the
Sweat of the rest
I look like everyone
Because I am the average
Because I am the ordinary
But without me
You will never be
Special
In truth it is us
The common ones
In this whole world
The background
These ordinary
Occurrences and
Resemblances
That make you
Exist,
We, the average,
We, the people of this world
We are the ordinary
And you cannot
Disregard us,
We are the many,
And we can always
Disregard you
If we really want to
we make you
and we can always unmake you
mister special..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About being ordinary
There is nothing
Exceptional,
Nothing special
With me,
I am just ordinary
In decency, in status,
I am what you call
the average man,
Of no special rank
Of lesser significance
I am found
In the most common
Places, undistinguished
in the most common men
in the market, in the mall,
in the park, in the beach,
in the streets, in the church,
in anywhere in everywhere
I am what you see
As plain, the usual
The most customary
that you meet &
easily forget
I am the
Normal person that you
Shake hands with,
whose name
does not linger
long enough in your mind
I live in the many
I am the numerous
I breathe the common Air
I drink the water
For everyone
I smell like the
Sweat of the rest
I look like everyone
Because I am the average
Because I am the ordinary
But without me
You will never be
Special
In truth it is us
The common ones
In this whole world
The background
These ordinary
Occurrences and
Resemblances
That make you
Exist,
We, the average,
We, the people of this world
We are the ordinary
And you cannot
Disregard us,
We are the many,
And we can always
Disregard you
If we really want to
we make you
and we can always unmake you
mister special..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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what do we do to Mother Earth?
do not burn
let the leaves fall to the ground
let them stay there
layer by layer
heap upon heap
let mother earth
hug all the leaves
let the affection be
strong and heavy
let the leaves die
and rot and become
water and become dust
to dust
let all of us see this dust
we shall do what mother earth
and nature loves best
to dust we shall return
and be its permanent part
close to the bosom
of mother earth
forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bang & Blame
If you could see yourself now, baby
Its not my fault
You used to be so in control
Youre going to roll right over this one
Just roll me over, let me go
Youre laying blame
Take this as no, no, no
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Its not my thing so let it go.
If you could see yourself now baby,
The tables have turned
The whole world hinges on your swings
Your secret life of indiscreet discretions
Id turn the screw and leave the screen,
Dont point your finger,
You know thats not my thing
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Its not my thing so let it go.
Youve got a little worry,
I know it all too well,
Ive got your number,
But so does every kiss-and-tell
Who dares to cross your threshold,
Or happens on your way,
Stop laying blame.
You know thats not my thing.
You know thats not my thing,
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Its not my thing so let it go.
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Its not my thing so let it go.
You kiss on me, tug on me, rub on me, jump on me,
You bang on me, beat on me, hit on me, let go on me,
You let go on me.
song performed by by REM
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Monday Night
I was a bad idea on a Saturday night
Roll through your fingers and I made you uptight
Little boy blue with my laser on stun
Couldn't dodge the bullets from your infra-red gun
All I want is to roll through your fingers
All I need is to make it alright
All I want is to be your connection
Win your affection, be your reflection
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
I was the last thing left on an afternoon round
Dressing up for trouble at the lost and found
Tried to live forever every day of the year
Gave me something before they kicked us out of here
All I want is to roll through your fingers
All I need is to make it alright
All I want is to be your connection
Win your affection, be your reflection
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
Any other time you want me is cool
Everybody look I'm the fool
I can let you in, if you can let me lie
Being your connection, winning your affection
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
Oh man I wish I could talk to you
Oh man I wish I wanted to
All I want is to roll through your fingers
All I need is to make it alright
All I want is to be your connection
Win your affection, be your reflection
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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The kindness and affection from the public have carried me through some of the most difficult periods, and always your love and affection have eased the journey.
quote by Princess Diana
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Bang Bang Lulu
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a boyfriend
He could not get enough
She could never stop him
He was hooked on makin
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a red dress
When she put it on
Every man that she passed by
Thought she must be
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu joined the army
She was fighting in a war
Stood in front of the enemy
Their weapons hit them
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu knew a singer
He had so many hits
She loved his voice
But she hated the way
He kept grabbin her
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a boyfriend
He just couldnt get enough
She could never stop him
He was hooked on makin
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
song performed by by Boney M.
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The Hurt Ego....
some windows really are kept open
even at midnight
the moon in its fullness has always been
that welcome visitor
that sense of mystery long gone
opening a window has always been considered
a healthy option
and people who pass the street look at you
standing by the window
in openness
you trust that openness being arms that know the value of embrace
can be redeeming
in fact some children who play in the yard
have a way of looking at you as their idol
they clap their hands and dance for you
it happens almost all days of the year
the open window appears like a warm smile on the face of sorrow
not everyone likes it though
there is a crazy old man and he picks a stone and throws it against
your glass window
your window cracks and your smile become a word
with double meaning
what damage must have the old man caused?
you should know, you have too
wisdom still lies with the old
their discipline is still in the stone
that leave a scar
on the shattered glass
the ego, this self.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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