Newcomers are hot.
Water heated an hour before
Isn’t as hot as one just now heated.
Women found hot a decade ago
Would get warmed with newcomers.
27.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cracked Up Passion
Cracked dry lips,
Clinging to each other.
Fiercely
where two couple of curious hands
roam all around
two heated bodies.
Heated feelings, heated passion.
Passion to know,
Passion to discover,
To explore,
To take and give pleasure,
To be loved
and to love.
poem by Tulay Beyhan
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Nothing In the Pot Is Fit to Eat
Madness driven and pushed to the edge.
Everything they believe in lays crushed and dead.
A compromise can not be reached!
They seek a singeing that burns within.
And rage they do!
It is preferred instead.
They've been scorched and scrambled...
With a temper peppered and teased.
They thought they'd be buttered up and warmed,
Charm toasted, held close and slightly squeezed.
But a shoulder getting colder,
Is what they found in the pot.
And the pot was not about to get heated.
Madness driven and pushed to the edge.
Everything they believe in lays crushed and dead.
A compromise can not be reached!
They seek a singeing that burns within.
And rage they do!
It is preferred instead.
They've been scorched and scrambled...
With a temper peppered and teased.
They thought they'd be buttered up and warmed,
Charm toasted, held close and slightly squeezed.
But a shoulder getting colder,
Is what they found in the pot.
And the pot was not about to get heated.
No...
The pot was not about to get heated.
And...
Nothing in the pot is fit to eat!
Since...
Emptiness is in it and not meat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Summers Night Reality
Desire maps its scrutiny
'Round shadows lusty foreplays
Encapsulating a heated forever
In a 'Never-Ever' kind of day...
Clever contradictions they are
In our heated after-glow
Where two master lovers
Colour this sensual show...
Masters of loves illusions
Magicians of pure delight
Surrender to one another
In the swelter of this summer night!
I Love You...
poem by Theodora Onken
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Keep That Beat Just Heated
You keep that conga beat strickly in the rhythm.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
And keep that beat just heated as it flows around the room.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it and just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
And keep that beat just heated as it flows around the room.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it and just heated.
Keep it as it's needed to stir up a good mood.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
You keep that conga beat heat,
Rhythmically.
Add some violins and French horns too.
With the build up of some trumpets,
And a sax player's groove.
You keep that conga beat strickly in the rhythm.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
And keep that beat just heated as it flows around the room.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it and just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
You keep that conga beat heat,
Rhythmically.
You keep that conga beat...
Strickly in the rhythm.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
You keep that conga beat heat,
Rhythmically.
You keep that conga beat...
Strickly in the rhythm.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
Add some violins and French horns too.
With the build up of some trumpets,
And a sax player's groove.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
You keep that conga beat heat, rhythmically.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
Add some violins and French horns too.
With the build up of some trumpets,
And a sax player's groove.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
Give me some cello,
With the flute and bassist playing.
And keep that beat just heated.
Keep it as it's needed.
Keep that beat just heated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Buds to rotten fruits
Women, the lovely women,
Start their careers step by step.
They court and flirt a decade,
Fug and calve another decade,
Play infidelity one more decade,
And safely consume lowly inmates
To have their urge safely purged out
Or they might grieve till grave.
30.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Preacher Needs More Ram
I took the modem off the podium...
Just before the preacher sneezed!
I asked a doctor in a pew...
If the sneeze would spread disease?
And Doctor Blye looked in my eyes,
As if I was there for church.
I looked him up and down and said,
'I am here doing research! '
I came to hook the preacher up,
To a new connection!
He wanted all his emails sent...
And downloaded to the chatrooms.
I came to hook the PC up for online sessions!
But the preacher is displeased...
'Cause the modem seems to need,
More ram!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet,
When the preacher's sermon's heated!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet,
When the preacher's sermon's heated!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
I came to hook the preacher up,
To a new connection!
He wanted all his emails sent...
And downloaded to the chatrooms.
I came to hook the PC up for online sessions!
But the preacher is displeased...
'Cause the modem seems to need,
More ram!
oh Oh OHHH....
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet...
When the preacher's sermon's heated!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
Ahhhhaaaayyy
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet,
When the preacher's sermon's heated!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
What do I do with the modem?
What do I do with the modem?
What do I do with the modem?
'Reverand Heath?
I recommend a live video hookup as well!
I think you will touch a lot of people.
I found myself 'slightly' involved.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is A House?
What is a house?
to some it's a home.
to others a roof over their heads
and others wherever they roam.
A cardboard box,
a heated grate
that's their house,
that's their fate.
Shame, shame
shame on a country
supposedly free.
We see the homeless sleeping
and dying eventually.
What is a house?
Did they ever know?
Or were they always living like this
hoping as they go
to find a box,
a heated grate
to be their home
and accept their fate?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Don't You Be Claiming It
Don't you be claiming it...
If it's gonna make you moan.
Don't you be claiming it...
If it's not yours to own.
Don't name or label it...
You just leave it there all alone,
To be...
Somebody else's boo-hoo to grief.
Don't be the claimer of it...
If it's gonna ride your back.
Don't claim a shame of it...
You just leave it where it's at.
Don't play a game of it...
If it gets you heated steaming mad.
Just leave it,
To be...
The one done with that!
Just leave it,
To be...
The one done with that!
Don't feel defeated,
To be...
The one done with that!
And if it gets you heated....
Steaming lava out your back crack,
Leave it...
To be,
The one done with that!
Just leave it,
To be...
The one done with that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I like less the story that a frog if put in cold water will not bestir itself if that water is heated up slowly and gradually and will in the end let itself be boiled alive, too comfortable with continuity to realize that continuous change at some point may become intolerable and demand a change in behavior.
Charles Handy in The Age of Unreason
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Yesterday
Today is lived.
And there they stay,
In heated debate.
About what took place,
Yesterday.
And who did what and when.
How they dressed!
And what impressed them.
With recalled expressions on their faces.
Another day is lived!
And there they stay,
In heated debate.
About what took place,
Yesterday.
And who did what and when.
How they dressed!
And what impressed them.
With recalled expressions on their faces.
And yet another day to them comes.
And there they stay,
In heated debate.
About what took place,
Yesterday.
And who did what and when.
How they dressed!
And what impressed them.
With recalled expressions on their faces.
Few if any live in the 'now'.
Or have their eyes on tomorrow.
Because...
There they stay,
In heated debate.
About what took place,
Yesterday.
And who did what and when.
How they dressed!
And what impressed them.
With recalled expressions on their faces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wants To Pray
the part of us
that wants to pray
in the heated hour
of our darkest night...
is our heart calling
out to our soul!
if our ego be the disease,
then it is in our naked self
that we find the cure!
we cry out to a god,
so close, hidden in plain sight!
beneath our sweat,
and within our very breath!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love's Embrace
The flame of love flickers within the shadow of night
Two souls shall dance in perfect harmony
The heat of love holding them like a moth to a flame
Heart felt emotions relived yet never growing old
The world around us becomes nought but a dream
This everlasting moment reflected in our eyes
Heated skin against heated skin sparking the fire within
Caressing lips stoking the fires of passion
Trembling bodies locked within a lovers embrace
As passion moulds us into one sweet entity...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Passions fire...
The flame of love flickers within the shadow of night,
Two souls shall dance in perfect harmony.
The heat of love holding them like a moth to a flame,
Heart felt emotions relived yet never growing old.
The world around us becomes nought but a dream,
This everlasting moment reflected in our eyes.
Heated skin against heated skin sparking the fire within,
Carressing lips stoking the fires of passion.
Trembling bodies locked within a lovers embrace,
As passion moulds us into one sweet entity...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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I'm Not Upset! Not Yet!
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you need alone time on your own.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you'll come back here to me at home.
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave.
I'm not upset.
Not yet,
'Cause...
I know you're needing some time alone on your own.
But you know at least you can pick up a telephone.
I'm not upset!
Not yet,
But...
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you need alone time on your own.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you'll come back here to me at home.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
But...
Something's getting heated and I'm feeling every bit.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
But...
Something's getting heated and I'm feeling every bit.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
But...
Something's getting heated and I'm feeling every bit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell Us How You Plan To Walk On Water
Why should anyone today,
Turn away from controversy?
Or pretend they have super human powers.
And that urges within them do not exist!
With a haunting that stays to tease,
Hour upon hour after hour...
Once their needs have been released.
'These folks who creep out of cracks,
Are found to perform all kinds of despicable acts.
In or under or out of clothes disrobed.
Whether they are polished with graces or not...
When the flesh is heated,
Nothing in the mind is going to say, 'Stop! '
To hear a human being declaring an abstinence,
For a purpose made to raise their own consciousness...
Should be accepted and left to go uninspected.
And not begin suspicions mentioned and sent...
To send those self righteous,
Into downward spirals of denial and lament.
'I too have been weighted by the aspects of sin.'
However,
And this depends on the cleverness...
Of those who secretly indulge in lustfulness.
But somehow address allegations of their behavior,
That raises eyebrows...
As a tormenting way of life to lead.
And depending on the amount of damage control allowed.
With an invested integrity...
They will do the best they can,
To defeat the temptations of others that accuse them...
Of having pleasured their human needs.
And appearing less than the demands placed upon them,
Are from other expected.
'I too have been weighted by the aspects of sin.'
~Oh,
We don't care anything about that.
As long as you give us image!
And you do the best to keep that on track.
We will watch your back!
Now...
You go back out there and tell us,
How you plan to walk on water! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes River Knows
Please believe me
The river told me
Very softly
Want you to hold me, ooo
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water till the end
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water till the end
Yes, the river knows
Please believe me
If you dont need me
Im going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wine
Please believe me
The river told me
Very softly
Want you to hold me, ooo
Im going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wine
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water till the end
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water till the end
song performed by by Doors
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Goods From Your Efforts
Rise to the occasion each time met.
No matter how brisk cool breezes blow.
Or temperatures heated to leave you wet.
Bring with it uncomfortable humidity.
To slow the affects of your expectations.
Do not let a breaking of sweat upset.
Or keep a goal that is set to let slip,
From its fixed position in your mind.
And eventually the goods from your efforts,
Will deliver to you prosperity in time.
Do not let a breaking of sweat upset.
Or temperatures heated to leave you wet,
To slow the affects of your expectations.
And eventually the goods from your efforts,
Will leave you cheering to erase every regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some have half-baked ideas because their ideals are not heated up enough.
Yes, The River Knows
Please believe me
The river told me
Very softly
Want you to hold me, ooo
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water 'till the end
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water 'till the end
Yes, the river knows
Please believe me
If you don't need me
I'm going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wine
Please believe me
The river told me
Very softly
Want you to hold me, ooo
I'm going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wine
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water 'till the end
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water 'till the end
song performed by by Doors
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Iron may be rubbed so long that it gets heated.