Fetal and Folded
Within this nurturing capsule
I am fetal and folded
I listen to the embryo of language
And bathe in a vibration of basal rhythm
Here is where I grow
I do not eat but I am fed well
I drink as I bathe
A fitting gestation
Brings my birth
to cry and breath in one
Perfect even if flawed
Uniquely I belong
To you
poem by Stevie Taite
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Going Fetal
Everyone is going fetal
It's the dance the kids all feel
Just get down under your desk
Feels like your mama's nest, alright
Everyone is going fetal
It's the one that's really real
You're gonna love if you give it a try
You just lay down like you're gonna die, alright
Everyone is going fetal
If you feel like your fate is sealed
Then just get down, curl on up
Just like a helpless pup, alright
Everyone is going fetal
Everyone is going fetal
Everyone is going fetal...
Going fetal...
song performed by by Eels
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Clear Vibrant Stars
I watch listen to the singer
singing the same old song
this is rhythm of life’s rhyme
but heart morbid is not sublime
these tears you bear are planted
too deep in absolute despair
drowning in own blood bleeding
is siren song none should hear
soul singing life’s praise
must search out star light
search out moon light not
mists of dark deadly night
Given the choice would you
bathe in waters happy or sad tears?
Mystic choice interesting question?
Bathe in cold warm or hot tears?
Me the tears of a pretty girl
the tears that made her happy.
Remember even when it is cloudy
clear vibrant stars are still shining.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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When 2 R In Love
So fair she looked tonight,
The brightest star appeals to your sex.
Before we do anything,
Let me just talk 2 u.
When 2 r in love
They whisper secrets
Only they 2 can hear
When 2 r in love
When 2 r in love (love)
Their stomachs will pound
Every time the other comes near
When 2 r in love
When 2 r in love
Falling leaves will appear 2 them
Like slow motion rain (slow motion, slow motion)
When 2 r in love
The speed of their hips
Can be faster than a runaway train
Drop, drop, drop, drop, water, water, water
Come bathe with me
Lets drown each other in each others emotions
Bathe with me
Lets cover each other with perfume and lotion
Bathe with me
Let me touch your body til your rivers an ocean
Bathe with me
Lets kiss with one synonymous notion
That nothings forbidden and nothings taboo
When the 2 r in love
L.o.v.e. - l.o.v. - can u hear me?
When 2 r in love
Their bodies shiver at the mere contemplation
Of penetration (let alone the act)
Let alone the actual act
When 2 r in love
The thought of his tongue in the v of her love
In his mind, this thought it leads the pack
Come bathe with me
Lets drown each other in each others emotions
Bathe with me
Lets cover each other with perfume and lotion
Bathe with me
Let me touch your body til your rivers an ocean
Bathe with me
Lets kiss with one synonymous notion
That nothings forbidden and nothings taboo
When the 2 r in love
(love) in love - can u hear me?
(hold me)
(yeah)
(just like that)
(dont move)
song performed by by Prince
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The Sea As An Erotic Form
you see the waves as tongues not for talking because the sea
for centuries have been deprived of words
it hums and suffuses you with its rhythm like it is a heart beating
the heart of a woman deprived of her own love stories
you listen and and then the sea with its vast patience
molded by a hundred years of storms and tsunamis
shall listen to you, and then you love it and then you bathe
with its salt and silence
you go deeper trying to find its heart
there is none.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vacillation
for matters where
indecision plays rook with time
one resorts to
vacillation, suspend what beliefs
are, walk a mile, count sheep,
spend a night in a boat alone,
sleep in a hammock, ride a horse,
bathe in the river, sun bathe on the cliff,
sit on a Persian pillow
chant, hush, and finally
God forbids,
die.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To be Bathe in Life's Alter
To be Bathe in Life's Alter
By: Adam M. Snow
Wake me not for I am not at rest,
Nor any Death-but lest.
Not I whom ye should fear,
But thyself drawing near;
Not only you, but myself as well,
And I but my lore to tell-
Of my ever dreaming song,
Weakens those who are strong.
I am who bathe in life's alter,
Cleansing flow of holy water.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Closer
Closer
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me Ive got no
Soul to tell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get
Away from myself
I want to f**k you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to f**k you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that
It brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my
Everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its your sex i
Can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody
Else
I want to f**k you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to f**k you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Please Do Not Ask Me How A River Feels
children bathe in the river.
we were children once, we bathe in the river
we float and go with the flow of the river
we lied to mother we were afraid of father
but we were children once and we bathed in the river
we all know how a river felt
throughout our bodies
time runs like a river how many times shall i tell you that
we had mud all over
we were once children we grow to be men
strong arms and swift feet
we caught fish
we claim to be men with responsibilities
we are still children at heart we still feel the rivers running on our skins
i know, i still know how a river feels
time does not know how to kill the feel of rivers
do not ask me then if i have forgotten the river
we are men with responsibilities we have gone away
far from what we are
the river still flows and it will never stop
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunday Suitor
Meadow floor, ocean view
Laying on thatched dandelions dressed in dew.
You bathe me with nature's flowers
Growing wild after a Spring shower.
Robins sing a romantic tune
Under a blue moon. My lip bathe you into exaltation
Perched robins peer, delighted in our copulation.
Squirrels scurry from their nest
While our hearts rest.
Forever my Sunday Suitor.
poem by Cindy Brazil
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Beach
The Summertime is finally here,
I best grab myself a nice cold beer.
Grab some mates and to the beach we go,
A wonderful place where sand castles grow.
We arrive to the sound of children playing,
I look around and spot a few women I wouldn't mind dating.
We go buy ourselves some ice creams,
To cool us down from the hot sun's beams.
We then find ourselves a spot to sun bathe,
The only thing better is a really great rave.
As I sun bathe I think about the past,
Looking at the donkey rides reminds me of my broken wrist cast.
I was just about to play beach volleyball,
When all of a sudden I recieve a telephone call.
The call was from a girl wanting me to go for a swim in the sea,
In the summertime the beach is the best place to be.
poem by Stephen Mountain
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Embryonic Homicide
Life is same, no matter young or old;
Life is precious, more than silver, gold;
Life isn’t commodity that is sold;
Life’s from God, not from this nasty world!
Alike is life in children and adults;
Alike is life ‘in utero’, ‘ex womb’;
Alike is life of born and that unborn;
All human lives are equal before God.
All human beings are in God’s semblance;
Each body gets a soul that everlasts;
The love of God is shown to all creatures;
The Life-Giver alone can take back life!
The Embryo has life that’s God-destined;
The Embryo was formed by love of God;
The Embryo must grow by divine Word;
The Embryo has soul like anyone!
Why kill the embryo for its small parts?
Why destroy one life to save another?
Why treat the embryo with great disdain?
Why murder lives in womb for sake of born?
The embryo is healthy, not diseased;
The embryo is living, not deceased;
The embryo is child, awaiting birth;
The embryo is human too and worth!
No beast kills babies that are still unborn;
The world demands kindness to animals;
Why not protect the human lives unborn?
Preserve the dignity of life in womb!
Could God watch human lives desecrated?
Would God spare merciless human beings?
The embryonic life is life as well;
All ruthless murderers shall land in hell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-9-2009
poem by John Celes
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What Is Written In Red
I am written in red,
I am sliding across the page of life.
I am racing across the lines of language.
I am red.
I write words,
I create lines and sentences,
I am kept in solitude
I am red.
I create paragraphs.
I create signatures.
I know what you're thinking before you speak,
I am red.
I cannot breath because I am enclosed in a capsule.
A capsule that covers the knowledge inside.
All I do is stare at pages,
All I know is pages,
I become apart of the pages,
And the pages become apart of me.
I become apart of english,
I become apart of words,
I am RED.
BY: Takisha Fields
poem by Kiesha fields
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Man too is childish
To bathe the God,
To clothe the God,
To feed the God,
Out of love, I intend.
To bathe the doll,
To clothe the doll,
To feed the doll,
Out of love, I’d intended.
Then am I childish?
27.06.2001, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To The Moonbeam
I.
Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale,
To bathe this burning brow.
Moonbeam, why art thou so pale,
As thou walkest o'er the dewy dale,
Where humble wild-flowers grow?
Is it to mimic me?
But that can never be;
For thine orb is bright,
And the clouds are light,
That at intervals shadow the star-studded night.
II.
Now all is deathy still on earth;
Nature’s tired frame reposes;
And, ere the golden morning’s birth
Its radiant hues discloses,
Flies forth its balmy breath.
But mine is the midnight of Death,
And Nature's morn
To my bosom forlorn
Brings but a gloomier night, implants a deadlier thorn.
III.
Wretch! Suppress the glare of madness
Struggling in thine haggard eye,
For the keenest throb of sadness,
Pale Despair's most sickening sigh,
Is but to mimic me;
And this must ever be,
When the twilight of care,
And the night of despair,
Seem in my breast but joys to the pangs that rankle there.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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My Strawberry
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause
To reckon thee. I ask what cause
Set free so much of red from heats
At core of earth, and mixed such sweets
With sour and spice: what was that strength
Which out of darkness, length by length,
Spun all thy shining thread of vine,
Netting the fields in bond as thine.
I see thy tendrils drink by sips
From grass and clover's smiling lips;
I hear thy roots dig down for wells,
Tapping the meadow's hidden cells.
Whole generations of green things,
Descended from long lines of springs,
I see make room for thee to bide
A quiet comrade by their side;
I see the creeping peoples go
Mysterious journeys to and fro,
Treading to right and left of thee,
Doing thee homage wonderingly.
I see the wild bees as they fare,
Thy cups of honey drink, but spare.
I mark thee bathe and bathe again
In sweet unclaendared spring rain.
I watch how all May has of sun
Makes haste to have thy ripeness done,
While all her nights let dews escape
To set and cool thy perfect shape.
Ah, fruit of fruits, no more I pause
To dream and seek thy hidden laws!
I stretch my hand and dare to taste,
In instant of delicious waste
On single feast, all things that went
To make the empire thou hast spent.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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The Rhythm (feat. Ice-T, Donald D & Diva)
The rythm is both the songs manicle and it's demonic charge charge
The rythm
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I'm Everlast born to be a caucassion but it makes no difference what persuasion you are
As long as you know how to get up on the floor and start workin' a sweat
To a musical measure that makes you move as soon as the needle drops into the groove
So get up and dance to the gift I'm giving, forget about your troubles get into the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Yo, yo, you know what the world needs...we need peace, rhythm
The rythm
The rythm
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The rythm
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The rythm
You linger for the rap singer, when Donald D brings the party to the deal my presence is felt world wide
You don't dance to this it's suicide
Put your hands into the air on, the M.C. cop, the girlies are pipen' hot
Natorious Lama is how I'm livin' don't step to me step to the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
You make me feel so good
Like I said before the world needs a lot more rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Listen to the tracks that rolls, watch the mic as it glows
The lethal weapon got you trapped in this dance mode
Ice-T's throwin' words at you like dodge ball y'all
You gotta move get hit, if you get hit, you fall, no jokin', no boastin' and no bragging
Grip the mic like a .44 magnum, dust you off if you suck 'cause I ain't
You want me to write soft rhyme's, sorry, I write the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
We need rhythm for the world to have peace and unity, we must first have rhythm
song performed by by Everlast
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Bathe Them with His Light
Every night I pray to God
for him my soul to keep,
that he will bathe me with his light
and wisdom every night.
I ask for peace within our world,
and to guide us with his love.
With so many prayers to hear,
I wonder if he ever hears mine,
then I wake to a brand new day,
and hope that he has heard.
Then that little peace at dawn
before the birds begin to sing,
gives me hope that this new day,
somewhere around the world
will see a little peace come
upon a conflict and stay.
That he will bathe them with his light
wherever that peace may be.
24 July 2007
poem by David Harris
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Oblation
Bathe me in light, with warm
water wash, submerge
my submissive head,
my face, my hands,
my wayfaring feet.
Oh, cleanse me!
prepare me
to walk
into your perfect
day
poem by Steven Federle
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Styrofoam Cup
I crush a Styrofoam cup in my hands
And watch it crumble into a dry snow
That the wind carries from the barren land
Beneath me. I wonder where it will go—
If it will leave behind a scattered trail—
Pieces of itself strewn across the world.
In the future, when I try to inhale,
Will I breath-in a speck of the long-whirled
Ruins of my drink? Will they disappear
In the doldrums, the light, passing currents
And pressures that bathe whatever stands here?
Who knows where all our futures will be sent?
My crumpled Styrofoam cup blows away,
Insulating another winter's day.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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With The Coming Of Night
Your beauty waits in sunshine
Flies swarm, butterflies flock
They come, bathe, drink and sink.
Comes the night,
The beauty vanishes in a wink.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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