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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Fine, Fine Wine
Babys long and tall, man shes got it all, shes alright
Alright
Hips have got a sway shakin it my way, it alright
Alright
Full-bodied curves, with her legs she serves, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Lips that say it all, turn and hear her call, oh yeah
Oh yeah
(pre-chorus)
Aint no cheap and nasty liquor dripping down her vine
Taste of golden honey, sweet as candy money
Bottle it up and make her mine
(chorus)
Give me a taste of your fine, fine wine
Ruby sticky, sweet as summertime
Let me taste you fine, fine wine
One more drink gets me feeling alright
Were here for the show, let your passion flow, its o.k.
O.k.
We aint gonna stop, so throw away the top, its
O.k.
O.k.
(pre-chorus)(chorus)(chorus)
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Wine can only be drunk once
Fine wine, unlike fine poetry.
Must be given time to mature,
selected for its quality.
You must be absolutely sure.
To store it very carefully
undisturbed perhaps for years.
I much prefer fine poetry
which rings like music in my ears.
Dependent on your taste of course.
My ears drink in well spoken verse.
My taste in wine is rather coarse
but it is easy on my purse.
I read fine poetry for free
from books stored in my library.
5-Sep-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Home-Coming
The smell is the same
So is the place
Soft and tender
Full of grace
Touch feels good
So does the taste
Juicy and supple
Make no haste
Take your time
For the drink divine
Pure and chaste
Is the nectar sublime
As you savour it
With every sip
Quenching your thirst
Drop by drop,
Deep within that
Sacred space
I give you access
To my Yoni
For your spiritual coming…
And when you enter me
Flooding my gates open
In that holy place
Of pleasure and pain
I shelter you in
With love and warmth
To welcome you back
For your auspicious
Home-Coming.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Body And Soul
rise with me this body of mine
sail with me o' soul of thine
for mine is a matter of time
to mold a body of mine
and have a kind
i prefer, as without me
there is none, and without you
there is no me
send me a sense to my body
o' body of mine
a friend and shadow of mine
without a dime
take me from wrong to conformity
lead me from animosity
unchain my soul from vanity
for mine is a body and soul
detach me from the unknown
shine on me o' body and soul
bring me a blessing to my soul
connect and share with me o' body of mine
laugh and talk with me so fine
run and steady with me so divine
the body of my soul and awhile
take me back to my body as a child
...possibly not! i presume...
if i die, you too die
and there is no more of me then
from whence to the end
for i live(d) with you 'til then
extract from 'body and soul'
'footsteps' june 2012 v.7
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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If I Could But Roll Back Tyme
If I could but somehow…
Roll back time
Could I once again
Feel your warm breath gently brush my ear
If I could but hold you once more
And feel you were mine
Feel the beat of your heart
In holding you near
Feel my lips once more…
Brush against thine
Could we once again whisper
Words we wanted to hear
Wouldst that again
I could call you mine
Would that I were able
To kiss away your sweet tear
If I could inhale your scent
Like a fine vintage wine
And expressed
my love without fear
I’d ne’er release you
Til’ the end of time
If once…just once again, I could look into
Your eyes so sublime
My eyes fill now with tears
Why was I then… so blind
If I only could but somehow…
right now…somehow…go back in time…
poem by David Whalen
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Open Eyes
May the memories not be forgot
May we never lose our mind
May no one tamper with our thoughts
For the sake of open eyes
For open eyes my dear
For open eyes
We will not drink to blindness dear
Well drink to open eyes!
The mindless cretin on parade
They may fill our lives with fear
Should we forgive and look away
Well perhaps, but not this year!
For open eyes my dear
For open eyes
We will not drink to blindness deat
Well drink to open eyes
Our enemies may come on strong
They may try to break our will
Should we forgive and look away
Just before we spring to kill!
For open eyes my dear
For open eyes
We will not drink to blindness dear
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Amber Autumn (Sonnet)
To some, their youth was just sublime.
Then age crept up and over time
Their joy then faded with the years
As body changes led to fears.
Their days are spent rememb’ring when...
They long to see their youth again.
For those whose youth was filled with strife,
Their autumn years are best in life.
Now their retirement Is here,
Old age is far from what they fear.
Time now to enjoy and savour
Their rewards for past times labour.
It’s time to spread their wings and fly,
To enjoy God’s gifts ‘fore they die.
poem by Connie Marcum Wong
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A Dialogue
Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul
Were but worth the having,
Quickly should I then control
Any thought of waving.
But when all my care and pains
Cannot give the name of gains
To Thy wretch so full of stains,
What delight or hope remains?
Saviour. What, child, is the balance thine,
Thine the poise and measure?
If I say, 'Thou shalt be Mine,'
Finger not My treasure.
What the gains in having thee
Do amount to, only He
Who for man was sold can see;
That transferr'd th' accounts to Me.
Man. But as I can see no merit
Leading to this favour,
So the way to fit me for it
Is beyond my savour.
As the reason, then, is Thine,
So the way is none of mine;
I disclaim the whole design;
Sin disclaims and I resign.
Saviour. That is all: if that I could
Get without repining;
And My clay, My creature, would
Follow My resigning;
That as I did freely part
With My glory and desert,
Left all joys to feel all smart----
Man. Ah, no more! Thou break'st my heart!
poem by George Herbert
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Milfay
Aromas cajoled with a sucrose frost
Hypnotize my nostrils with salivating gust
As I rush to entrapment of my hearts first love
Intertwined in the string that's my Pandora's Box
Unwrapping the knots as my inpatient tongue
Satiates my lips for that gifted baker's dozen
Salubrious excitement at the content within
The marvel of design for elegant that's Victorian
Behold to my sight such sumptuous substance
Decked in fine tigers frost glistening- but not melting
I gently extract and inspect her circumference body
To consume every layer for my mouths private study
First its whip cream- angelic coat and fine color
Then lustrous custard with more textured pallor
It proves that my taste buds mature when I'm older
For my preference is bitter and not vanilla that's sweeter
Then for the finale I sweep the bottom for the crust
A wafer thing extremity that furbishes my lust
Until it is the victory that I should taste the Icing
Alas my stomach bulges and all winning is pyrrhic
But at least I got my just desserts
poem by Kevin Patrick
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If Amy Lowell Had Been James Whitcomb Riley
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.
--AMY LOWELL, in The Chimæra.
When I wuz courtin' Annie, she wuz honey an' red wine,
She made me feel all jumpy, did that ol' sweetheart o' mine;
Wunst w'en I went to Crawfordsville, on one o' them there trips,
I kissed her--an' the burnin' taste wuz sizzlin' on my lips.
An' now I've married Annie, an' I see her all the time,
I do not feel the daily need o' bustin' into rhyme.
An' now the wine-y taste is gone, fer Annie's always there,
An' I take her fer granted now, the same ez sun an' air.
But though the honey taste wuz sweet, an' though the wine wuz strong,
Yet ef I lost the sun an' air, I couldn't git along.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Clumsy Hands
Life blossoms, from only a tiny rosebud,
A beautiful flower that is God's perfect design;
I tried to be gentle, to unfold the dainty petals
With these clumsy careless hands of mine.'
'The secret of unfolding the delicate flower
Is not known to numerous people such as I.
I opened this flower with love as power,
in my hands they tattered and emotionally did die.'
'So I couldn’t unfold God’s elegant flower,
As The aweosme design collapsed, within hours
Sadly, shocked, I realized, I lost all my wisdom
To enjoy the happiness of the earthly kingdom
Now the rugged path that lies before me
To unfold the moments of peace within me
Which is Covered with unseen pain around
God blessed me with many a friends so sound.
Uneasily the flower will blossom, with time again
God will not retire, let it be sun or pouring rain
Now each moment of my dawning day
God's Stars, silvery don’t fail to shine my way......
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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The River
Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you, the afterlife, beauty at it's peak.
All of this will be yours, unless you drinketh of the river."
Lift on up, glide across the forest
Turn right, find stones of solid gold
Power, you alone can feed a dragon
Just forget not, all that you've been told
I shall never, drink it from the river
I shall never, drink it from this hole
I didn't drink from the river
I did it all on my own
I taste and shared with my brothers
I told the rest to come on
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
Been to Heaven, it's just too bright for me
My blood, is way too cold for Hell
While I'm alive, keep makin it clear to me
They say listen up, you listen well
I will
I shall never, drink it from the river
I shall never, drink it from this hole
I didn't drink from the river
I did it all on my own
I taste and shared with my brothers
I told the rest to come on
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
COME ON
I didn't drink from the river
I did it all on my own
I taste and shared with my brothers
I told the rest to come on
I didn't drink from the river
I did it all on my own
I taste and shared with my brothers
I told the rest to come on
song performed by by Zug Izland
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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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To My Excellent Lucasia, On Our Friendship
I did not live until this time
Crown'd my felicity,
When I could say without a crime,
I am not thine, but thee.
This carcass breath'd, and walkt, and slept,
So that the world believe'd
There was a soul the motions kept;
But they were all deceiv'd.
For as a watch by art is wound
To motion, such was mine:
But never had Orinda found
A soul till she found thine;
Which now inspires, cures and supplies,
And guides my darkened breast:
For thou art all that I can prize,
My joy, my life, my rest.
No bridegroom's nor crown-conqueror's mirth
To mine compar'd can be:
They have but pieces of the earth,
I've all the world in thee.
Then let our flames still light and shine,
And no false fear controul,
As innocent as our design,
Immortal as our soul.
poem by Katherine Philips
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Running waters
Twas the way the dawn of the flower
of long time ago in sping,
to open the doors of the hour
to see what was within..
Growing seeds of madness
of a life in spring,
to everlasting flower and with
a drink of gin.
having faith long ago that we
all have in space.
to an everlasting flower
to an everlasting grace.
of all things come together as
time passes by.
to enjoy the hour with an worthy eye.
poem by Rodney Rod Smith
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Old makes way
Old makes way for the new
Nature puts them under constant review
One has to make the way for others
Life is chance and is open offer
Never look back at the golden days
It was fine in life all the way
Now coming to the end of season
We got to be happy with many reasons
There'll be robin's greeting call
Even after the last sunset,
Twilight's fragrance will fill the room
Find the soul in eternal rest.
Life may be same till the end
If you feel and enjoy as sent
As twilight has retained its fragrance
You can do same at once
When life is lived with full length
Its fruit may be had with strength
Your heart may be filled with joy
Even last call will be a moment to enjoy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sensuous Lips (THE DEPTH OF MAN)
I kissed the most sensuous lips that I ever saw.
The most sensuous lips and I wanted more.
Her lips so soft, so gentle, so moist.
And the whispering of her voice.
Why is it that you love my lips so?
Is there something that I should know?
I said: when I kiss your lips I feel like
I am floating on air, and it relieves
All my worries and cares.
It puts me into a place I’ve never been before
And I’m wanting more and more.
It’s like taking a trip to the heavens above
And it shows me all your love.
Like a baby in the warmth of the mothers stomach
Safe and never rejected- but always protected.
How can a woman s lips put a mans soul on fire
And fill his heart with a burning desire?
How can her lips make you feel that you
Could move heaven and earth?
How can she show you what life is worth?
Her lips so gentle, so soft, so moist
So refreshing, so everlasting!
The taste of her lips like the taste of
The most desirable nectar on this earth
Filling my body and soul
Making me complete- making me whole.
Why do I love your lips so?
This is why!
And now you know.
poem by Louis Rams
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Scent of cacao beans
Oh! This heart inside my chest
That bit faster when I get
Your presences, I imagine
You and I on my bed
I know the Swedish people
Like the coffee beans so much
But I’ve got a better bean
With Ecuadorian style
You tasted the flavor, smelled the scent
This Creole white chocolate
The sweethes cacao bean you’ve ever tasted
So come and kiss me on my lips
Taste this flavor of cacao beans
I’ve got this scent on my skin
Please make me your daily drink
Come and give me a drink of chocolate
To excited my hot skin
My body is scented by this cacao bean
And you are with the flavor of my skin
You’re my drink that taste like chocolate
That excited my hot skin
My body is scented by this cacao bean
And you are with the flavor of my skin
‘Cause my whole body is shaking
When I think about you
‘Cause I need my hot beverage
To calm this muse
I really need those kisses that you brought
I can’t forget them, that’s my thought
So come and kiss me on my lips
Taste these Creole cacao beans
My body is scented by this bean
And you are with the flavor of my skin
Come and give me drink of chocolate
To excited my hot skin
My body is scented by this cacao bean
And you are with the flavor of my skin
poem by Michael Vinicio Camacho Menéndez
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I Ain't Got Time Anymore
Got no time to stop to speak to friends passing by
Got no strength to wipe away the tears from my eyes
I don't care what's going on
Only know she's gone
The sun don't shine anymore
And I don't feel fine anymore
She ain't mine anymore
No, I don't feel fine anymore
I Ain't got time anymore
Seems to be such sadness in each place I go
The people laugh and still I just wouldn't know
Never stop to see who's there
Once I used to care
But the sun don't shine anymore
I don't feel fine anymore
She ain't mine anymore
No, I don't feel fine anymore
I Ain't got time anymore
I can't get use to being left on my own
It takes up all the time just trying to be alone
Used to take an interest in the state of affairs
Now I only know how much I'm missing that girl
Hope the world will understand
I can't lend a hand
Cause she ain't mine anymore
I don't feel fine anymore
She ain't mine anymore
No, I don't feel fine anymore
Ain't got time anymore
She ain't mine anymore
I don't feel fine anymore
Ain't got time anymore
She ain't mine anymore
No, I don't feel fine anymore
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Darling Dear.. Taste The Honey Drops!
Darling dear!
Taste the honey drops
and feel me thereafter-
ask your senses,
' which is sweeter more? '
' Oh..sweeter more is my feel of you! '
Roll on silky cushions
and touch my body thereafter-
ask your fingers,
' which is softer more? '
' Hey..softer more is your body sure! '
Taste the three kings of fruits
then taste my fruity lips-
ask your lips,
' which is tastier more? '
'Ah...tastier more are your ripened lips! '
Swim in the cool stream
then immerse yourself in my eyes-
ask your self,
' which gives you pleasure more? '
' Ha...your eyes gives me pleasure more! '
Enjoy the grandeur of sunset hours
and look at my beauty thereafter-
ask your eyes,
' which one is grandeur more? '
' Yea..grandeur more is your beauty! '
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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