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Cheap Thrill

My feet are pointing high in the air,
I'm blinded by a veil of hair.
My body is shaking, a teardropp appears...
Is it too late to let me out of here!
I sneak a peek at you..do you find this amusing?
My skirt 'round my ears, my neighbours assuming....
That my moaning and screaming is born from fun,
Not knowing my instincts are telling me 'RUN! '
But wait..there's a thrill.....I feel so alive
My body is speeding as though to survive!
Laughter has replaced the feeling of dread.
Smiles have pushed my ears high on my head: -D
By the time I realise, I like it more than I'm s'pose ta
It's time to vacate from my first rollercoaster.

LET'S GO AGAIN! ! ! : -)

© 2012

poem by Ruby Honeytip
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Love Talk After the Kids Are Asleep

He said when I see you at night my toga expands
She said when I see you from behind I think of cantaulope pistons

He said when I see you in your nightgown I think of milkshakes

She said I always notice when you scratch and hold.

He said I like when you dress up like a pirate and think of Johnny Deep

She said I like to see you get in the car in tight jeans.

He said I like it when I see you get in the car in a tight dress

She said I dream of coming to the office in nothing but a trench coat.

He said, I like to point at you without using my hands.

She said, I like it when you play horse

He said I like it when you play cowgirl

She said I like it when you feed me snickers bars

He said I iike it when you gave me a beer bath.

Ditto she said on the milk bath.

He said I like to pull your hair gently and think of shampoo

She said, when I come down the stairs all dressed up I want to see you faint.

He said I like you to to rub your hands over my chest, look up and have your eyes roll back in your head.

She said I like when you sneak a peek at me in the shower.

He said I like when you sneak a peek at me in the shower.

They pulled the moon down for the night to use as a night light.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Peek-A-Boo

The cunningest thing that a baby can do
Is the very first time it plays peek-a-boo;

When it hides its pink little face in its hands,
And crows, and shows that it understands

What nurse, and mamma and papa, too,
Mean when they hide and cry, 'Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.'

Oh, what a wonderful thing it is,
When they find that baby can play like this;

And everyone listens, and thinks it true
That baby's gurgle means 'Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo';

And over and over the changes are rung
On the marvelous infant who talks so young.

I wonder if any one ever knew
A baby that never played peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.

'Tis old as the hills are. I believe
Cain was taught it by Mother Eve;

For Cain was an innocent baby, too,
And I am sure he played peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.

And the whole world full of the children of men,
Have all of them played that game since then.

Kings and princes and beggars, too,
Everyone has played peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.

Thief and robber and ruffian bold,
The crazy tramp and the drunkard old,

All have been babies who laughed and knew
How to hide, and play peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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When the Light Appears

You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only know
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
You'll sing & you'll love you'll praise blue heavens above
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
You'll whimper & you'll cry you'll get yourself sick and sigh
You'll sleep & you'll dream you'll only know what you mean
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
You'll come & you'll go, you'll wander to and fro
You'll go home in despair you'll wonder why'd you care
You'll stammer & you'll lie you'll ask everybody why
You'll cough and you'll pout you'll kick your toe with gout
You'll jump you'll shout you'll knock you're friends about
You'll bawl and you'll deny & announce your eyes are dry
You'll roll and you'll rock you'll show your big hard cock
You'll love and you'll grieve & one day you'll come believe
As you whistle & you smile the lord made you worthwhile
You'll preach and you'll glide on the pulpit in your pride
Sneak & slide across the stage like a river in high tide
You'll come fast or come on slow just the same you'll never know
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears

poem by Allen Ginsberg
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Chick Flicks, Just Won't, Get It.

You would probably have to put hot coals under my feet...
To drag my butt, into the sneak peek, of a chick flick.

I am a romantic, but spare me the gushing muck...
No such mush for me, not that mush, would I wish to see.

Not even if the admittance-were free...
Let me be, let me be.

Action is where I'm at....
Not viewing a film about a talking, baby, dog, or cat.

Comedy will move my feet...
That type of film, will be my treat.

Romantic mush...
Won't make me gush.

Only action...
Will get my feet like, attraction.

poem by Michael Gale
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Old Gold Diggin' Geezer

Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.

You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.

You just wanna have an easy life.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And you think I'm the one gon' give it!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.

You ain't got a mortgage or a lease on me.
None that we've agreed upon.
And none that you can see.
You ain't got a ring or a title to keep me leashed up tight.
And what you think I've got,
You're not gonna get that close to take a bite!
With or without your teeth behind your 'grill'...
You old gold diggin' geezer!

Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.

You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!

'I thought you said you were a friend to ALL people?
YOU are a fraud.
You ain't even a friend to some! '

Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Perfect Girl

Maybe I will have to wait through aeons
to find her, to find the perfect girl
whose feelings reach out to me
softer than the fluttering of any butterfly
whose voice is crystal clear with an own loveliness
and at times she dwells in my dreams
walking at times covered in a white cloak
with slim feet and pearly white toes.

I have heard her sweet laughter
falling softly as snow
but covering me in a kind of warmth
that delights, that at times are amusing
at other times brings sheer tranquillity
and if she’s human or something of the divine
I do not really know
only that she is beyond beautiful

One night suddenly she appeared
in another kind of dream
looked straight at me through her veil
her countenance had pure perfection
a kind of untouched innocence
but it was a sheer mystery
as her gaze had a kind of lust, a kind of longing
and it was clear that she know men
probably had made love to many of them
and as she lifted her veil
her eyes were the colour of the sea
but were ever changing in their hue
they were sometimes green, sometimes grey
and at times blue

Her hair was almost onyx black
and streamed down lustrous
streamed down right to her waist
glittering in a blue-black hue
and I was almost thunder struck
as she stepped out of her cloak
and I saw her sublime body
in every perfect line
the contours of her magnificent breasts,
her sleek belly
with its triangular thatch of dark hair
and she looked somewhat ethereal,
sublimely serene
and lovely beyond words
and it felt if I had waited my whole life
just to see her face
with its dimples, her narrow straight nose,
her full soft lips
and now she was displaying
her whole body in sheer nakedness.

I have known many women
have loved some
maybe beyond what love should be
and in reality
she remains to me a mystery
an ethereal being
that visits me in dream after dream

poem by Gert Strydom
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Peek-a-boo!

Peek-a-boo!
I can see you
And I know what you do
So put your hands on your face
And cover up your eyes
Dont look until I signal
Peek-a-boo! peek-a-boo! peek-a-boo!
The way that we werent is what well become
So please pay attention while I show you some
Of whats about to happen
Peek-a-boo!
I know what you do
Cause I do it too
Laugh if you want to or say you dont care
If you cannot see it you think its not there
It doesnt work that way

song performed by by Devo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Having Very Little Fun

There are those
Still wanting to play hide n' go seek!
With truth and reality...
As if in their aging days...
It is okay to sneak a peek!
Wanting to be chased...
Leaving behind excuses left as clues.
They may not know where they are,
Even though you do!
But choose not to!

Let them play...
These adults are the reason,
Most children are lost today!
Let them play!
They will never admit to what they've done.
Even though the rest of us are paying...
At a losing game,
And having very little fun!

Many can claim,
Those actions have brought them none!
With nothing that is gained to show...
Or to prove anyone can win,
When blinded eyes can not see,
What they have ignorantly begun!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Within Their Reach

Many living inside their boxes,
Peek.
Not realizing dust collects,
Under their feet.
Or there is fresh air outside,
To breathe.
Although they believe,
The sky above them...
Is only within their reach.

And they from within their boxes...
Have the right to dictate,
How high others should fly...
At what height and pace.
And which dreams those they choose,
Are approved to seek.
As well as the ones they can also deny.

Although they secretly wish,
Their insecurities would free them...
To experience such ambitions.
But fearing many living inside their boxes,
Peek.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sneak a Little Lick

Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!
Every single piece of it!

You can...
Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And...
Destiny!

But don't...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And destiny!

If that's your wish...
To pick it up to ditch!
But,
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!

Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Leap up and down,
If that's your wish.
But that peach found,
Might be your gift.
So pick it up and eat it!
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A total lunar eclipse poem

total darkness on a wedding night
except the flickering candle that
plays out out his anxiety to take
a peek of the moon (bride)
the sun (father) has afforded him

he would tilt the veil to let the light
of a hundred moons shine through her face
he would look at her the way an eclipse has
cleared the path for the moon to shine
the full moon that turns into a crescent
to be shrouded in his bossom so that
it glows a warm and sweet orange

and she will peek into his face the way
the eclipse reveals the secrets of the full moon
first a crescent and then its full splendour,
a husband at last to light the way to her future days

###in the old days in China a man would only know how his wife looked
like on the wedding night and vice versa. the eclipse looks very much
the way a chinese man tilt the veil over the head of wife as he takes a peek of her face.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Secret Glances

You know, I sneak a peek
In your general direction
Coz it’s your attention I seek
Though they say you are no perfection

I see you but will never know
What you thoughts are or if you see
When you look, my heart is no longer slow
But I daren’t ask so the fool is me

So I write with my heart the love
That I feel for you coz I’m a child
I wish I was as beautiful as a white dove
But as you see I’m nothing special so mild

So if by chance you see this please don’t hate
Because I really am scared of what you think
And always worry that its already too late
Or that you will see me and feel no link

So if you ever look this way
Or see me sneaking a peak
Please don’t ignore me that day
Please just see me as something unique

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Blinded By Shades Of Gray

Sometimes I feel confused and like my heart is broke.

Sometimes I think I'll find inner peace with smoke-
As I inhale the poisons and then exhale them away…
Sometimes I don't know why I think that way-
I guess because I'm blinded by shades of gray-
As I blindly try to find my way...

Sometimes I fly so high-
But the problems are still there, I cant deny-
Because eventually, I have to come back down to reality,
And that's one thing, From which drugs can never permanently set you free...
Sometimes I don't know why
I think that way-
I guess because I'm blinded by shades of gray-
As I blindly try to find my way...

Sometimes I think I'll find my answers,
At the bottom of a glass and I'll try to drink my problems away-
As the world around me blurs-
With bitter-sweet intoxication...
Sometimes I don't know why I think that way-
I guess its just my sometimes foolish imagination-
As I blindly try to find my way...

Sometimes I like to feel pain on the outside-
To mask the pain on the inside…
Sometimes I'll cut my wrists-
Sometimes longing just to end the pain and darkness-
With all this suffering inside-
Thinking that suicide,
Would be okay-
Hoping to bleed to death and fade into oblivion…
Sometimes I don't know why I think that way-
I guess because I'm blinded by shades of gray-
While I feel like the world is a place, Not worth living in-
In which I blindly try to find my way...

I hope its not to late,
To escape
This dark fate-
But for now, I guess I'll just have to wait-
As I long to escape the pain-
To never have to face it again...
But for now, I'll just take my medicine-
To help me forget this dark world, I'm living in...

poem by Philip Alarie
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Ill Be Back Upon My Feet

By sandy linzer and denny randell
Girl, I know the grass is greener, just around the bend.
Gotta say, goodbye! but dont you fear.
Though the road is dark and I might fail to find the end
I wont disappear.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Chase the morning sun to find my one and only you.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Lookin high, Im lookin low.
When I find my boots I know I gotta go.
Maybe I will be a star, or maybe just a clown.
Girl, Ill never know until I try.
Maybe I will meet a girl wholl try to keep me down.
But you dont have to cry.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Chase the morning sun to find my one and only you.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Lookin high, Im lookin low.
When I find my boots I know Ive gotta go.
[instrumental]
Maybe I will meet a girl wholl try to keep me down.
But you dont have to cry.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Chase the morning sun to find my one and only you.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Lookin high, Im lookin low.
When I find my boots I know Ive gotta go.

song performed by by Monkees
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Shaking Off The Chains

Is life everything you want to be,
Does it give you everything that you need,
Does it live up to your expectations,
Are you ready for the celebrations.
This is not for the weak of mind,
Are you sure that youre my kind,
Do you want to be part of me,
Are you sure that you can really see.
Are you chained to a life that you dont want,
Is it hard for you to find a way out,
Can you live without the love that you need,
Are you sure that what you have is so real.
This is not for the weak of mind,
Are you sure that youre my kind,
Do you want to be part of me,
Are you sure that you can really see.
All of your life, they try to take your cover,
Turn you into another, and make you change your name.
When you fall, its up to you to recover,
You cant depend on another, to help you with the pain, yeah.
Im shaking off the chains, Im shaking off the chains.
This is not for the weak of mind,
Are you sure that youre my kind,
Do you want to be part of me,
Are you sure that you can really see.
In the night, you say that you are falling
People always calling, calling out your name.
What do you know, a face appears at the window,
Tapping on the window, the window of your soul.
Im shaking off the chains, Im tired of all the pain,
Im shaking off the chains, let me live again,
Shaking off the chains, shaking off the chains.

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Creeps No More Sneak!

Creeps no more sneak!
Or peek from crevices.
Out of the shadows they come.
To be greeted,
With an acceptance.
By those who have chosen,
To rule in darkness.
And drool upon their misdeeds.
Pleased they have been so effective.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Late, Late, So Late

Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light had we: for that we do repent;
And learning this, the bridegroom will relent.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light: so late! and dark and chill the night!
O, let us in, that we may find the light!
Too late, too late: ye cannot enter now.

Have we not heard the bridgegroom is so sweet?
O, let us in, tho' late, to kiss his feet!
No, no, too late! ye cannot enter now."

poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Where Do You Find Me?

if you search me
if you love me that enough
you will find me in the rain
without an umbrella
you do not find me rushing
i have no reason to

and take the safety of a shed
you will find me shivering
my hair wet and uncombed
you will find me cold
my lips are pale
my arms are shaking
you will find me helpless
and weak and almost dying

you have to find me
i have no reason to live

please....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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if you search me if you love me that enough
you will find me in the rain
without an umbrella
you do not find me rushing
i have no reason to rush
and take the safety of a shed
you will find me shivering
my hair wet and uncombed
you will find me cold
my lips are pale
my arms are shaking
you will find me helpless
and weak and almost dying

you have to find me
i have no reason to live

please....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Gun You're Pointing

the gun you're pointing
is not your manhood,
it's your fear....

of the risk of
giving more than the
ground that you stand on....

fear of the angry storms
of your need facing
the limits of your desire...

of the smallness of your soul
in the unexplored night...
your hunger shrinking

into the shell of a snail...
the loss of your identity,
your shaking hand....

the gun you're pointing,
the suicide of your being,
drugged by the rage

you cant sleep with alone!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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