Yearning
when i think of you
today, i feel the black hair in my armpits
moving in one direction
like a sponge twirling whirling
all over my body
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Caveman Head
Feel my body breathing in
Touch the softness of my skin...
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful...
I am very beautiful
I could be successful...
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
Watch the way my hair falls down
See the way my hair falls down
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful
Touch the softness of my skin
Feel my body breathing in
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
My eyes are closing
My mouth is wide
I will let you touch me
If you want to touch me
song performed by by Eurythmics
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You Put the Squeeze on 'Me
'Pucker up buttercup and suck me.'
Said the water to the never used,
Fresh stiff sponge.
'Dip it in me quickly...
And feel my wetness come.
Soaking up that big thick sponge...
Until you wiped me dry.
To keep me from a run!
Licking every bit of drip.
Catching me until you were full,
Of me and what I was.
And when it was done...
It was over! ...and you became dry.
You put the squeeze on 'me'!
Remember that! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The World Movement
The world is keep moving
It is moving when seen
But the direction is unpredictable
It keep moving though unseen
Flowing its own rhythm
Though already do something
The unseen hand is running different way
Though try to stand still
The walking feet is marching as fast as wind
The world is keep moving
From one place to another
Never tired, never rest
The world is keep moving
Moving unstoppable
Grinding those who can’t swim, stubborn and arrogant one
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Red sun, black air, tiny lights of the city
Red glowing sun, fire, flames, hot spittles
To the tiny lights of the city, this city of sin,
Black air that we breathe, smoke rising from
Our hair, warmth from our armpits, sighs and
Quivers, the longings that never stop, and the
Rain that fall heavily today, our thirsts still
Thirsting, our hungers still hungry, our instincts
For destruction coming out from our throats and
Hands, we can do more than what Is expected
We break some twigs, we pluck some flowers
We never thought about the problem of how
To reconnect twigs and flowers and scents
God creates, and we are so hardheaded
Ours is always to destroy and then leave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Feel Your Touch
I shall not cut short my hair
Still I feel touch of your finger
in my hair
I do feel how your finger crawl
inside my dark hair.
How can I meet you again
You are beyond my touch
You are beyond my vision
I fear if my body rots
The body once you loved.
poem by Devil Poet
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Cleaning Myself Up
after a series of
circumlocutions like i were an acrobat
in a Chinese show
i come back
to where i am
to being an island again
on a river bank without
a boat
on two separate distant banks without
a bridge
we have depths too just like
dark blue lakes
back to this choice of
isolation
on the thinking that i am different
that both of us
must not be hurt unnecessarily
because they are very different from us
as this time they are
toasting glasses of champagne to each other
celebrating life
and enjoying a banquet under their
lucky stars
back to writing and you are back
into computations
how many seconds are there in a boring day?
how many insignificant days make up a year?
and then it is Christmas
you remind me on day
after i come out from the bath room giving myself another shower
to freshen myself up as i shake off the water from my
white hair
cleaning myself
shaving off those extra hair
in my nose and
armpits
busy, busy
as though i am a miner with black dusts of coal all around my body
twenty days underground
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shes Always In My Hair
Whenever I feel like givin up
Whenever my sunshine turns 2 rain
Whenever my hopes and dreams
Are aimed in the wrong direction
Shes always there
Tellin me how much she cares
Shes always in my hair
Shes always in my hair
My hair
Whenever I feel like not 2 great at all
Whenever Im all alone
And even if I hit the wrong notes
Shes always in my boat
Shes always there
Tellin me how much she cares
Shes always in my hair
Shes always in my hair
My hair
Maybe Ill marry her (maybe Ill marry her)
Maybe I wont (maybe I wont)
Maybe I will not (maybe I will not)
Lemme tell ya (even if I was a gigolo)
If I was a gigolo all my life (all my life)
Shed still be there (shed still be there)
Tellin me just how much she really cares (she cares)
Shes always in my hair
Shes always in my hair
My hair
Listen
Whenever I feel like givin up
Whenever my sunshine turns 2 rain
Whenever my hopes and dreams
Are aimed in the wrong direction
Shes always there
Tellin me just how much she cares (tellin me how much she cares)
Tellin me...shes always in my hair (always in my hair)
Shes always in my hair
My hair
Shes always in my hair
song performed by by Prince
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To The Other World
try standing naked by this mirror
see yourself to every detail
look closer to your eyes
count the waves of your eyelashes
open your mouth and see how many teeth you have
all white, pure white lining up on your pink gums
feel your lips with your fingertips
feel the pulp the flesh of the lower lip
to the upper lip
touch your hair
do not imagine them all black
closely they are not at all
move a little bit closer and see your body
this beautiful human body
flesh, contours, curves, some muscles
the whole of your skin wrapping
everything in your body holding them all
nothing falls, on this erect body, this
god before you, standing steel-like with dignity
in front of the mirror
do not claim you have seen your soul with your eyes
do not lie
be honest to yourself now,
alone, you are alone, do not imagine
any god, any soul, any spirit,
just be honest,
touch your body with your hands
feel the joy of having this body
your body, pinch a part of it to feel
not pain, but just to feel that you are alive,
do you ever ask what made these parts stay as one?
look again at the mirror of this stature
your body, it is you, touching your body
take a hammer, and destroy the mirror
shatter everything to pieces
this is the world without a mirror
there is nothing to reflect you now
nothing to imagine, it is you, the real you
do you ever ask now, where is that other world?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied.
quote by Jeff Buckley
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Bathtime Shared.
Fenola watched
as Eileen bathed.
She took in
the hand
moving
the lathered sponge
over the contours
of the body,
moving between tits
like some
venture ship of old,
moving down
the belly,
beneath the soapy water
to the pleasure dome,
then out again
around the neck
and under chin,
then whole body
over once again.
She knew that body well,
each inch of flesh,
each orifice,
each smell,
each loving touch.
Even the thought
pleased her
overmuch.
Eileen looked over
where Fenola sat,
on stool,
in bathrobe,
with feet
on mat.
Come on in,
she said,
room enough for two,
you rub my back,
I'll rub yours
and other places too.
Fenola thought awhile,
took in her eyes
that gazed,
the smile
that spread,
the memory
of the afternoon
in bed,
the positions held
and played,
the sex ensuing.
Eileen pointed
to the soapy bath,
come in,
she said
with sexy laugh.
Fenola stood up
from the stool,
disrobed,
set it aside,
stepped in the bath
and sat down,
the water engulfing.
Somewhere
from the other room,
Ravel played
from hifi speakers,
Bolero
or some such piece,
the sound touching
the bathroom walls
with steam and scent.
The girls rubbed
and scrubbed
and laughed
in soapy water,
each one
like a siren
of the sea
or Neptune's daughter.
poem by Terry Collett
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This Afternoon....
you see a black bird
moving opposite your direction
there is no identification for any intimacy
and tired perhaps of
means to get to know you
it flies away
northbound
perhaps someone with the
capacity for intimacy
waits there
who knows
what the language of the black bird is
its beak does not
woodpeck
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Diane
Everywhere
In this old place
Packed with rednecks
Cowboys, dust and sweat
They speak
In low tones about Diane
Because she’s so wild
But I’m sure it’s the vodka
I’ve been serving her
She keeps
Ambushing me behind the bar
Like we’re playing
Cowboys and Indians
I’m losing of course
But I like the fifty some bucks
She’s shoved down my pants
Diane has
Misdeeds in her eyes
Whirling and twirling
With every man in the bar
As she looks
Outside her wedding ring
Late in the crisis of her life
Somewhere
She bent her ear
To fortunes muse
Who whispered so softly
As truth laughed
While times hourglass
Keeps sifting away
As lonely waits
Dressed in black
My Ode To Love
Twirling
Falling aimlessly
My ode to love was inaudible
Whirling against the breath and sigh
Of yesterdays
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Softly
I like it starting with piano-solo that makes me feel easy
gently your voice comes along like ill-wind which comes smiling
air vibrates as if I were making it
kiss appears in the lyrics
I try to hide my feelings
string storm stands stronger becomes your voice
feeling myself naked with my chest wide open
twirling........twirling.........
force my heart still in the air
Hush Now
Boy we've been talking
'Bout this and that
I like it fine but
I love the strife
Here's my suggestion
Don't need no words
Get on your feet and if you see
Breathe deep and follow me
I wanna see you working what you got
'Cos that's how I like it
That's how I wanna last it on and on
Are you ready or not?
Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dancefloor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dancefloor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dancefloor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for
Oh oh
Oh oh
So no talk but baby
Don't take offense
'Cos we're on the same vibe
Boy when we dance
Your body language
No need for words
You'll do me good
And it's understood
I feel your need
I wanna see you working what you got
'Cos that's how I like it
That's how I wanna last it on and on
Are you ready or not?
Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dancefloor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dancefloor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dancefloor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for
Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dancefloor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dancefloor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dancefloor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for
Touch down
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dancefloor
Hush now
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dancefloor
Whoa
I wanna see you working what you got
'Cos that's how I like it
That's how I wanna last it on and on
Are you ready or not?
Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dancefloor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dancefloor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dancefloor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for
Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dancefloor
(Move your body on the dancefloor)
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dancefloor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dancefloor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for
Hush now
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dancefloor
Hush now
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dancefloor
song performed by by Holly Valance from Footprints
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Sprouting As A Phoenix By Em
does no less than denude its object of the one thing which he has which is of value, and so it degrades him effectively.'
subjectify me?
where?
it is only through our
communion
that you make me a
subject
when you go away again
you may think
that i have become a stone
you are wrong
you have already subjectified me as a
bird with eight wings
did you not see it in the navel of my body?
did you not smell it on the scent of my armpits?
when you were inside me did you not feel that i am someone so different
than before
when you only caressed my hair and kissed my neck
and licked my butt?
lover, do not underestimate my being
for i am being and you are being
in fact
i am more free than what you are
to your pebbles i am the river
to your twigs i am the leaves
to your clouds i am now the winds of chances
i now own the world
inside my mouth
and my tongue knows how to play your games
i am now a goddess transformed by your love
from the mud that i used to be
it is enough then
as you leave to your world where your heart belongs
i have already sprouted as a
Phoenix.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Of course, the world is full of problems. But on the other hand it's important to get the sense... are we generally moving in the right direction or the wrong direction?
quote by Bjorn Lomborg
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It Starts With A Kiss
It starts with a kiss,
That brings the world down,
A kiss,
That makes my body give in,
It starts with a kiss,
And your hands,
Slowly moving down my back,
And lifting me up to put my legs around you,
It starts with a kiss,
Our lips will do what they do,
My lips will part,
When yours do,
It starts with a kiss,
With my hands through your hair,
And with your hands on my waist,
Man this world seems to quake,
It starts with a kiss,
Man this is so fair,
Your lips feel so good,
On mine that just sit their,
It starts with a kiss,
That makes the whole room stop,
They see sparks fly,
And the room glow in a light so pure,
It starts with a kiss,
But when your lips leave mine,
My neck feels their company,
Then my body gives into you,
It starts with a kiss,
Your lips seem to know what to do,
Cause they are moving up and down my neck,
Once that ends they find my lips again,
It starts with a kiss,
And my body sub comes to you,
And once again,
The Kiss Is Where It All Begins! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Emo Kid
Yes I sit in a dark room
So what?
But still I can hear the devil's voice
He offers me trades
Should I...?
Would I...?
What if, I go crazy with blades?
Would you care if i cut my wrist?
I take the pain from my heart
And put it on my body
So what?
Yes my hair is different from everyone else's
Soo...?
Why is it your problem?
Exactly! ! ITS NOT!
I wear black makeup,
Why?
Because that is my true color
I paint my nail black,
Why?
Because I love how it makes me feel
I love black skinny jeans and high tops,
I love the way I am
I don't plan to change.
Why would I need to?
Oh because you don't like me..
Ok i get it now.
Well if you don't like me..
Don't stay to long.
This is me..
I am an Emo
XxEmoKidxX
poem by Chelseacrazylove Page
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