The real success
With a woman of love
When I talk, I savour her every word,
When I touch, I savour her every part,
And when in foreplay, I savour her every writhing.
The real success of mine lies
In making her savour likewise.
28.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Save Me Darling
Why should it matter how I feel
This old romantic down at hill
Then again, if Id known the outcome, sure youd win.
Illusion shattered, made them real
A night of magic, fate is sealed
Ran amok, and you knocked my tiny world for six
It wouldnt have made the slightest , blindest bit of difference
All together now, lets hear us pray
Make it better now and savour the day
Im all over, save me darling!
I feel it deep down deep inside
Can not believe were still alive
That is good, cause I did not mean you harm, my love
We took a shot at masquerade
Came crashing down on loves parade
We were young, were so full of teen emotion then
We couldnt have made the slightest, blindest bit of difference
All together now, lets hear us pray
Make it better now and savour the day
Im all over, save me darling!
All together now, lets hear us pray
Make it better now and savour the day
Im all over, save me darling!
We couldnt have made the slightest, blindest bit of difference
All together
All together now, lets hear us pray
Make it better now and savour the day
Im all over, save me darling!
song performed by by Erasure
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The time
Wedding was over;
Brought home was the bride,
With whom came a maid,
To serve her as an aid.
Days rolled;
As honey, appeared the bride;
As savour, moved about the maid,
As a rule, in a household.
Time lapsed;
The bride shed her charm
And the maid ruled calm
In their wait at the groom.
Event happened;
The groom went blasé
With the honey in use
And the savour was in wait for use.
Fate played;
The bride in the race ran first
But the maid ended first.
The bride was aghast.
It is a game;
The diminutive waxes;
The gigantic wanes
In the field of time.
07.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It's but kindly that the pock savour of the herring.
I savour the adulation and love I have been getting from my fans and the blessings of elders in my family. Fourteen years have given me a lot and I can't thank God and the industry enough.
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Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savour.
Family Reunions
I read Bastiat at family reunions,
And I savour the irony.
Uncles and cousins fly across the Atlantic
And aunts and brothers drive from Cork
To talk about recipes and Roy Keane.
I merely go upstairs, close my door,
And study my God-given rights.
poem by Patrick Iliff
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Red Wine
You mature in fine design
Become full bodied in time
Oh to open you like a flower
To drink you, savour
Place my lips on thine
Your body now mine
Take my fill, taste you
Sip on you, enjoy you
I fear you will be at your best
Now I am put to rest
poem by Robert Green
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At Paradise
Some say that paradise
is beyond the setting sun
near the reaches of heaven.
Where eternity lingers for everyone.
Others say it is much closer to home.
That lingering moment
in your lovers arms,
or that stimulating kiss
that fills you with so much joy.
Wherever paradise lies,
we all find it
at some point in our lives.
We find it and savour it
for as long as we can.
Whenever anyone asks us
where paradise lies
we all describe it differently
and always end by saying,
we were at paradise then.
21 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Unto This Last
A boy's young fancy taketh love
Most simply, with the rind thereof;
A boy's young fancy tasteth more
The rind, than the deific core.
Ah, Sweet! to cast away the slips
Of unessential rind, and lips
Fix on the immortal core, is well;
But heard'st thou ever any tell
Of such a fool would take for food
Aspect and scent, however good,
Of sweetest core Love's orchards grow?
Should such a phantast please him so,
Love where Love's reverent self denies
Love to feed, but with his eyes,
All the savour, all the touch,
Another's--was there ever such?
Such were fool, if fool there be;
Such fool was I, and was for thee!
But if the touch and savour too
Of this fruit--say, Sweet, of you--
You unto another give
For sacrosanct prerogative,
Yet even scent and aspect were
Some elected Second's share;
And one, gone mad, should rest content
With memory of show and scent;
Would not thyself vow, if there sigh
Such a fool--say, Sweet, as I--
Treble frenzy it must be
Still to love, and to love thee?
Yet had I torn (man knoweth not,
Nor scarce the unweeping angels wot
Of such dread task the lightest part)
Her fingers from about my heart.
Heart, did we not think that she
Had surceased her tyranny?
Heart, we bounded, and were free!
O sacrilegious freedom!--Till
She came, and taught my apostate will
The winnowed sweet mirth cannot guess
And tear-fined peace of hopefulness;
Looked, spake, simply touched, and went.
Now old pain is fresh content,
Proved content is unproved pain.
Pangs fore-tempted, which in vain
I, faithless, have denied, now bud
To untempted fragrance and the mood
Of contrite heavenliness; all days
Joy affrights me in my ways;
Extremities of old delight
Afflict me with new exquisite
Virgin piercings of surprise,--
Stung by those wild brown bees, her eyes!
poem by Francis Thompson
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The Recalcitrants
Let us off and search, and find a place
Where yours and mine can be natural lives,
Where no one comes who dissects and dives
And proclaims that ours is a curious case,
That its touch of romance can scarcely grace.
You would think it strange at first, but then
Everything has been strange in its time.
When some one said on a day of the prime
He would bow to no brazen god again
He doubtless dazed the mass of men.
None will recognize us as a pair whose claims
Righteous judgment we care not making;
Who have doubted if breath be worth the taking,
And have no respect for the current fames
Whence the savour has flown while abide the names.
We have found us already shunned, disdained,
And for re-acceptance have not once striven;
Whatever offence our course has given
The brunt thereof we have long sustained.
Well, let us away, scorned, unexplained.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Burning Man
You are the burning man,
In this frozen house.
Kill quickly and feast slowly.
Savour it all, the meat,
The rape, the thrill of the hunt,
It'll be gone before
Your fist gains its lost anger.
poem by Stefanie Fontker
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To Savour
Pixie Caramel, is the greatest,
you’ll love the original and the latest.
Try it now, do yourself a favour,
Pixie Caramel, the taste to savour.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Magic (Love Poem)
Words are just words that may blow on the wind
Touch is just touch that can hurt like a dart
Love is just madness that may bind or divide
Magic is my love for everything about you.
Feelings are just feelings that may change over time
Need is just need that can be selfish and crass
Lust is just want that can often cause pain
Magic is your love and the pleasure it brings me.
Hopes are just hopes that may frustrate and confuse
Stress is just stress that can be destructive and sad
Living is the life that you have given me to savour
Magic is our love and the electricity between us.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Fruit Of The Tree
And there is this moment
of thousand petaled moments
brilliantly veiled obsidian sights
ageless of ether
impermeable aethers
breaching space splayed
petals' rude sand grain swayed
let us bite the pomegranate's pollinate
savour lush fruit blushing ripe pregnant night
let it lend us to stealing
gleefully squealing
lavishly laughing
ultraviolet's limelight
let us bite the pomegranate's pollinate
savour lush fruit blushing ripe pregnant night
let us sift unforgiving
bending the barring
sow resplendence
breathe musk sweet dusk bright
But there is this moment
of precious petaled moments
delicious viscous
audacious auspicious
so let us bathe in abandon
sublimest defiance
and fashion our fortunes
with dawning delights
Randy Resh 2012
Veux Magazine,2012
poem by Randy Resh
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Is It Over? (couplet)
Is it over, my dear, the love we have kept so long,
Which we cherished with such savour that all were jealous.
Ravikiran Arakkal
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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Savour The Moment
Each day we do things,
in our unconscious they store,
packed in our memories,
to remain there evermore.
Some maybe funny things,
some may be sad.
Never mind what they are,
we should savour the moment,
when they come to call.
poem by David Harris
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Decade
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
poem by Amy Lowell
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His Charms
what else
but a guest
to explore
the master's
each and every
adventure
so magnanimous
the treat
the sky isn't
wide enough
to parade
all his treats
we laugh, we cry,
we joke all
the way
and pray
fervently that
he would let us
savour each and every
of his special charms
and - fun
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Thought's Austerity.
Alas! in this bare life thought is austere,
And only when the dream-clouds cover us
And we breathe phantasy's sweet airs, we take
Contentment, though 'tis visionary, on,
And find some miracle of beauty still
To charm us from the savour of ourselves.
poem by Robert Crawford
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