When She Makes Love With Him
when she makes love with him
she always takes a good look at the ceiling
as though she and the ceiling are in love
at the height of his muscular frenzy
feasting on her flesh
she is asking help from her imagination
she is not in love anymore
she detests this obligation
the walls are wordless of course
and the bed squeaks in pity
when he is finished she turns her body to the other side.
death whispers its name. Death is too inviting.
she travels far into the distant fantasy land of her imagination.
her prince is now waiting in the castle of her dreams.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is No Us
frankly, there is no us.
there is only me and there is only you.
that is the truth,
the bitter truth, but there was a time
oh, it was rare
when i tried to imagine,
oh, imagination goes everywhere i think,
there is no limit to imagination they say
but thinking has
it has walls and fences, thinking limits
where tolerance lies,
there was a time when i imagine us
hand in hand, arms around arms,
forgive my imagination, but there was a time
when i imagine that we made love beside the river
that we were so exhausted after and that we made a promise
to live forever, us, us, together,
but as i told you, in that dream, imagination has no limits
it is crazy, but thinking is sane, it puts a limit to my illusions
and my own delusions about love and togetherness,
about us, but thinking says, and it says with straightforwardness
of a man decisive about an ending
and so i ended it, because i agree, and i definitely agree,
our situation is sky and earth, floor and ceiling,
we do not meet, even halfway on some compromises
there is no us, really, just you and me,
at the end, i love myself much better than i love you,
and so here i am,
gone for good, away from you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love And So Many Deaths
you are
rooted to the
fertile fields of
our conversations
you are not
just an imagination
never another
pagination of
my book
a hard cover
with bold letters
that cannot be ignored
by the switching off
of the light
in the room
i want to puke
to take you out
of my system
you are a mass
of growing cells
in my body
you are root
words
an imagination
that is real
a book
a cancer cell
inside my brain
you are killing me
i am dying
you are telling me
this is what love
is all about
it has always been
an old link: love,
death,
love, death.
love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love and Rapture!
What can a prisoner say about his bars?
When, he can't extrapolate an escape.
Ah, I love you— but farewell—hurrah!
O let other I's within, permit my leave'.
Though in heart, I'll stay an outside visitor.
Question: What is a key without a lock?
A jail without; walls in small-diameter?
Who turns the key to an open-shut door?
A door hinged without walls ceiling or floor.
Life then asks what dream-makers are for
'Death answers love and rapture! '
And all that is and is not for Nevermore…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Silence When Speaks
the silence still speaks of all secrets
even the untold story of love in the hide
when whispers being seemingly wordless
webbing the hearts by the soul immortal
rhythm when expands by the crooning
heart still talks even being wordless
never when listless by the deep silence
single word even curves the art of love
love still whispers by the art of silence
love still rhythms triggering the impulse
art when rills across the silence by the eyes
even being speechless when undisclosed
in its room of secret by the walls of mute veil
stance yet intoxicated by the quiet nod
story of love when courses upon by the blue
yet the thunder talks even being wordless
muse of flow relentless swing as wordless
poem by Dr subhendu kar
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Elvaston Castle
In a Derbyshire county stands one castle grand
In all its three hundred acres of land
This gothic castle is in need of love and care
Needs no entrepreneur to rip it all bare
Wyatt designed the great gothic hall
With ceiling so high you gaze in aw
Elvaston castle claim no name to fame
But it must stay in the public domain
It needs no golf course to ruin the land
It needs no hotel to make it look grand
All that it needs is some love and care
So the people of Derby can always go there
18 04 2009
Chellaston
poem by Jim O'Donnell
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Love me Not Anymore
you have seen the prince in me
descending from the sun riding on the clouds
and you have loved me
we meet in your dreams and make love like we are true lovers
in haze in specks of light you touched my face and body
and then i leave you empty handed with nothing but memories
and you cried you miss me
love me not anymore for i cannot be with you
what do you expect about air and fantasy?
what can absence do to you except to make you as lonely
as a dripping water from the walls that divide us
in your next dream i shall come as a villain
in a black robe and i shall wear the face of evil
and i shall give you fear and hate
and you shall not long for me anymore
i have loved you too
but things don't just fit
for both of us
in strange worlds so different and apart
love me not anymore, for you cannot be mine
i go, but i shall not forget, you must
i am the absence
in the field of your love and longing
i am as useless as a sand dripping from your fingers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Is Hell
love is ridiculous
love is evil
love is war
love is hell
some say they cant wait to fall in love
they wait, wait, and wait
they wait for prince charming
they love, they break, they love again
but still they wait
love is death
love is evil
love is war
love is hell
they want for someone to save them
they want someone to love them
they want someone's shoulder to cry on
they think they need love
love is death
love is evil
love is the end
love is hell
ask them what love is
ask them i dare you!
they will say 'its great'
they will say 'its to die for'
they will say 'every one needs it'
NO! not every one needs it
love is death
love is ridiculous
love is war
love is hell
some times it takes once
just once
your hole life can change
you find out you don't need love
love is death
love is evil
love is the end
love is ridiculous
love is war
love is hell
My Imagination
Standing there with her arms around no one
No one who'd die for her right where he stands
Looking around like she's looking for someone
Looking like she's got time on her hands
Funny how much you can see in someone
Across the room who you don't even know
Telling you things she would tell to no one
Taking you places she's wanted to go.
Like a walk in the rain, a place in the sun
With a lifetime of love that has only begun
Doing all of the things only lovers can do
My imagination is running away with you.
Walking away and I'm walking beside her
Into forever here in my mind
Deraming a dream that we're dreaming together
Finding the things only lovers can find.
Like a walk on the moon, a dance in the stars
With a love light that finds us wherever we are
And our own happy ending will always come true
My imagination is running away with you.
As fast as I can running straight to your heart
Where the fantasy ends and reality starts
'Til I stop believing that dreaming is all I can do
And the fantasy might even come true.
My imagination,
It's only my imagination running away with you...
song performed by by Clint Black
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Love is imagination
Love is imagination
We first imagine someone
That will be with us
Here and forever
We imagine someone
That always on our side
In sad and happy moment
We imagine someone
That gives us power
Through all difficult time
We imagine someone
That gives us dream
To fly to the wide sky
We imagine someone
That sleeps with us in the night
And still there when we open our eyes in the morning
We imagine someone
That gives us children of love
And spends his old days with us
We imagine someone
That makes us laugh
Until happiness hurts
We imagine someone
That makes us cry
Until tear becomes relief
We imagine someone
That really cares and loves us
When our imagination fits with our heart
Love continues…
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Escape
you are in prison and you know it
there are no bars
but you simply feel the closing in of space
around you and you sense the choking
and tightening
of your body with so much pressure
against the walls
of your imagination
the concrete beams
and ceiling moving
towards the floor
and you are at the middle
of all these things
you want to escape
and you assume the shape of a very small bird
growing wings on your sides
like the new born leaves
of a seed
without still the claws and beak and tongue
you fly away
unhesitantly without so much waste
of time
& words
except the note
of a very sad song
left on the barren floor
for someone
you no longer love
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My imagination completely controls me, and forever feeds the fire that burns with dark red light in my heart by bringing me the best dreams. I've always had a wild imagination, a big heart and a tortured soul so I feel that dark fantasy, love and horror are in my blood.
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Psychoactive
Hey little sister, I dont understand what you did
Im hot enough to blister
Maybe this is just some kind of foolish game my mind is playing
One voice it cries a warning
Half of mes already there and half of me aint got the stuff
My love its out of control
I tell you because of what she does to my soul
With all these fantasies shes triggering
Psychoactive, that girl is hypersexual
She knows how to fire my imagination
Shes got to be psychoactive
The fact is everythings a fantasy
Makes that offer so attractive, cause that girls so psychoactive
Hey little sister, I still sleep alone in my bed
Whats wrong with this picture
Could be this is nothing but my fantasy
Am I crazy? one voice says its trouble
Part of me just wants to run and part of me just wants to fight
Split decision again in my bed
Another sweet vision coming on in my head
Imagination shes triggering
Psychoactive, that girl is hypersexual
She knows how to fire my imagination
Shes got to be psychoactive
The fact is everythings a fantasy.
Makes that offer so attractive, cause that girls so psychoactive
(she said she loves you -- she said she loves you)
My love its out of control.
I tell you because of what she does to my soul
With all these fantasies shes triggering
Psychoactive, that girl is hypersexual
She knows how to fire my imagination.
Shes got to be psychoactive
The fact is everythings a fantasy
Makes that offer so attractive, cause that girls so psychoactive
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Death, Inevitable Death
Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.
Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’
Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?
Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I Should Be So Lucky
1a: In my imagination
There is no complication
I dream about you all the time
In my mind a celebration
The sweetest of sensation
Thinking you could be mine
1b: In my imagination
There is no hesitation
We walk together hand in hand
I'm dreaming
You fell in love with me
Like I'm in love with you
But dreaming's all I do
If only they'd come true
CHORUS: I should be so lucky
Lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love
I should be so lucky
Lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love
2a: It's a crazy situation
You always keep me waiting
Because its only make believe
And I would come a-running
To give you all my loving
If one day you would notice me
2b: My heart is close to breaking
And I can't go on faking
The fantasy that you'll be mine
I'm dreaming
That you're in love with me
Like I'm in love with you
But dreaming's all I do
If only they'd come true
CHORUS
BRIDGE: I should be so lucky (so lucky
song performed by by Kylie Minogue from Kylie
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At the Window
I have not always had this certainty, this pessimism which reassures the best among us. There was
a time when my friends laughed at me. I was not the master of my words. A certain indifference, I
have not always known well what I wanted to say, but most often it was because I had nothing to
say. The necessity of speaking and the desire not to be heard. My life hanging only by a thread.
There was a time when I seemed to understand nothing. My chains floated on the water.
All my desires are born of my dreams. And I have proven my love with words. To what fantastic
creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishing world has my imagination
enclosed me? I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own. The
language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh
of my love. My amorous imagination has always been constant and high enough so that nothing
could attempt to convince me of error.
poem by Paul Eluard
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At The Window
I have not always had this certainty, this pessimism which reassures the best among us. There was
a time when my friends laughed at me. I was not the master of my words. A certain indifference, I
have not always known well what I wanted to say, but most often it was because I had nothing to
say. The necessity of speaking and the desire not to be heard. My life hanging only by a thread.
There was a time when I seemed to understand nothing. My chains floated on the water.
All my desires are born of my dreams. And I have proven my love with words. To what fantastic
creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishing world has my imagination
enclosed me? I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own. The
language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh
of my love. My amorous imagination has always been constant and high enough so that nothing
could attempt to convince me of error.
poem by Paul Eluard
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Imagination
Imagination is funny, it makes a cloudy day sunny
Makes a bee think of honey just as I think of you
Imagination is crazy, your whole perspective gets hazy
Starts you asking a daisy what to do, what to do?
Have you ever felt a gentle touch and then a kiss
And then and then, find its only your imagination again?
Oh, well
Imagination is silly, you go around willy-nilly
For example I go around wanting you
And yet I cant imagine that you want me, too
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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You Ought to Know Love
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
To make it so fantastic.
You ought to know love.
That makes toes curl on feet.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
To know the thread counts on your sheets.
Ignore knocking on your walls.
Or the knock on your door,
By the police.
You gotta know love,
When the neighbors call.
When the ceiling peels.
And the nightstand falls.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
To know the thread counts on your sheets.
Ignore the knocking on your walls.
Or the knock on your door,
By the police.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
That makes toes curl on feet.
When the neighbors call.
When the ceiling peels.
And the nightstand falls.
You gotta know love.
To make it so fantastic.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love
To make it so fantastic.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
To make it so fantastic.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
To make it so fantastic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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