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Olive Eater.

And oh
she said

she was always
saying that

he thought
watching her place

an olive in her mouth
and oh

she repeated
this is not

what I expected it
to taste like at all

and she licked
two of her fingers

one after the other
and quite sexually

he mused
sitting opposite her

in the French cafe
taking in

her bright eyes
and the openness

of her mouth
and the tongue licking

and she said
I thought it’d have been sharper

more exciting
more out of this world

and he thought
how simple she is

how childlike
in her expression

and in the way she utters
her words

and she looked at him
and said

what are you thinking?
What’s going on

in that bright brain of yours?
And he said

oh that would be telling
wouldn’t it

that would be
allowing you

into my head
and she laughed

and sat there
with her wet fingers

just before him
as she waited

to pluck another
olive off the plate

and he allowed his eyes
to settle like butterflies

on her breasts
just momentarily

just sufficiently
to drink in

the beauty there
and she said

do you want one?
Do you want an olive

to eat or suck?
No no

he said
and thought

I’d like another
fresh fruit

to touch
and pluck.

poem by Terry Collett
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Olive At Midnight

An olive at midnight

Green

shiny

globe

of
black

The size of a dirty workman's thumb

They (the olives) tumble towards me

Down hills and in still slick lakes of olive oil

I meet my dark shining olive

By suprise

It's midnight in the olive grove

My ciabatta catches him

spinning on the tastebuds together

My olive and I

Two star crossed lovers

One black

On green

Obscene nights of perpetual fulfillment

What a scene! my olive and me

My olive my heart

Oh my darling lovely one

Olive at midnight

At last

you have come to me

And together we will may a delightful

pair

my lips quake at the thought of you

quivering as you slither in a plate of oil

towards them

Olive at midnight

You have possessed me

I am yours

But too many press in

Only one is chosen

It is dark I cannot see you

Oh olive

Are you green?

Or black?

Does it matter I am not prejudice

My dear dear one

At midnight you thunder towards me

My heart is an earthquake

My brain a melting pot offondant cheese

I slice my ciabatta

A tiny onion a tomato pressed between

And you oh olive my love

I am done

Please leave

I am not hungry

It is past midnight

I must sleep

poem by Yvette Smith
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I Thought Id Seen Everything

(r.j. mutt lange/huey lewis)
(track 7 - time 3:58)
Here I am a single guy
Ive seen a lot in this crazy life
There you are, what can I say
I guess you took my breath away
Something in your eyes took me by surprise
cause when I looked at you something you do
Is telling me more than I ever knew, oh baby
I thought Id seen everything, til I saw you
I thought Id seen everything baby I thought I knew
Now here I am alone with you
What am I supposed to do
Should I stay or should I go
Something tells me I should know
Its something in your touch that makes me feel so much
You took me by surprise I realize
And now I cant believe my eyes, oh baby
I thought Id seen everything, til I saw you
I thought Id seen everything, baby I thought I knew
Ive been around the world, seen a lot of girls
In and out of love til I had enough
I thought I had everything, til I had you, oh baby
Baby let your lovin take me all the way
I thought Id seen everything, til I saw you
I thought Id seen everything, baby I thought I knew
I thought Id seen everything, oh baby

song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Eating Vesta

I reached out and pretended to take her nose
and she pretended that I had done so
laughed gleefully and ran away.

I chased her in the park we both falling to ground
and I reached out and pretended to pluck out her eyes;
she howled
grabbed her brow
saying
'What have you done with my eyes! '

I reached out
opened my mouth
and nibbled on her ear
munching gleefully
and she said in mock pain
'Ouch.'

She pinched my cheek,
a small handful
pretending to salt it
saying
'Delicious, '

followed by a gentle licking
at my open palm.

I took a bite of her and pretended to swallow
and she bit me back pretending to howl
in delight and glee

and ever so sweetly
took two of her fingers
and fed my mouth
saying:

'I want to be your girlfriend'

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Geraldine's Bus Ride to Work

Geraldine rides the bus to work.
She sways side to side with the
motion of the bus, sitting in the
compact human zoo, faces, limbs,

bodies, eyes, mouths. The sky
outside is an early morning icy blue.
A man opposite stares, his eyes
moving over her, his hands in his

lap, fingers playing with each other.
His eyes settle on her legs, drink
them in. She feels as if he were
undressing her, taking each item of

clothing off one by one. His eyes
are dark, deep set. She stares back
at him, takes in his lips, parted, thick
and saliva sits there. Her thoughts

move to Holly and the night before,
the game they played, the role plays,
the pre-sex drama. The man shifts
in his seat, wrinkles his nose, moves

his eyes to her breasts. She looks away,
senses his eyes fondling her tits, his
imaginary fingers groping. Holly would
have said something to the creep opposite,

would have shown him up, but she
doesn't have that way with her, she sits
it out, pushing thoughts of him away,
focuses on Holly's tongue licking the

inside of her thighs, sensation electrifying.
The man looks away, no doubt to masturbate
in his dark mind with his imaginary fingers.
Geraldine lets the thoughts of Holly and

her deeds linger, sucks in the hotness,
the scents, the sighs, the smells. She stares
at the man. He looks at his hands, his fingernails.
There is dirt beneath the nails, black as soot

as if he'd rooted in dark soil. She looks away;
Holly has set her (with her deeds) to sexual boil.

poem by Terry Collett
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My Thoughts

Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.

Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within

Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.

Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing

Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.

Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.

Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish

That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.

In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech

It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Chicken With a Twist of Deliciousness

I bought thin breasts of sliced chicken.
Thinking I would make a chicken soup.

So I then cut the breasts,
Preparing to create a meal...
I believed would be the best.
When I had this thought...
Season and sauté the breast.
Simmer them quickly,
In olive oil next.

Add I did...
Broccoli, onions and green peppers.
With carrots and celery...
Thinking perhaps some cauliflower,
And Soy sauce too...
Was needed in this aromatic stew.

This I did.
Before I lowered the heat,
And covered this with the frying pan lid.

I said to myself...
This needed a touch of brown sugar.
A splash of apple vinegar,
And a dash of lemon for taste.
Mine,
Of course!
I'm suggesting this,
Before it is ready to plate.

I think this took twenty minutes to cook.
But the smell of it increased my appetite.
And I couldn't wait,
To devour each morsel.
Knowing I had cooked up something,
Bonafide to get me hooked!
Oh yes!

I've already named it,
Chicken With a Twist of Deliciousness!
If you want some,
You will have to make your own.
None of this I am eating,
Will a dropp of it you get!

Oh,
Before I forget.
Add some basil, dill, oregano and garlic too.
I like to use red pepper as well.
You can try that,
If you wish to lick the dish!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Thought

Tense is the arm and the head I thought,
Together the chest is august and like lead, I thought.

Too many collisions are made at once,
'By the body', says a man dead, I thought.

To see a ghost appear from nowhere
Is controversial, never said, I thought.

Find the banshee and stride in front of it,
So that the banshee is read, I thought.

Place him on a plate, the ghost I mean,
So I can eat it like I said, I thought.

Please, I'm haunted, and by a stranger,
A stranger that doesn't know it is He, I thought.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Strange Fruit

Lewis allen, sonny white
Seven trees
Bearin strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots
Black bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin
From the poplar trees
Pastoral scene
Of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burnin flesh
Here is a fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the leaves to drop
Here is
Strange and bitter crop
As singed by billie holiday
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter cry.

song performed by by Nina Simone
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Sometime In The Morning

Words and music by
Gerry goffin and carole king
Sometime in the morning
A simple thought may occur to you,
And you hold her,
And tell her all the things you never told her.
Your love has shown me things
I never thought I could see;
I didnt know
It could be done so easily.
Now I know
Youre where it is for me.
Sometime in the evening
Youre sitting there by the fireside
And shell touch you
And youll realize how much you never knew before,
How much you couldnt see.
You didnt know
It could be done so easily
Now you know
Shes all a girl could be.
Now in her childlike eyes
You see the beauty there
You know it was always there
And you need no longer wear a disguise.
Sometime in the morning
Youll just reach out and she will be there,
Close as the summer air.
Sometime in the morning she will be there.

song performed by by Monkees
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Be Mine

I never thought of this as funny
It speaks another world to me
I wanna be your easter bunny
I wanna be your christmas tree.
Ill strip the world that you must live in
Of all its godforsaken greed.
Ill ply the tar of your feathers.
Ill pluck the thorns out of your feet.
You and me.
You and me.
You and me.
And if I choose your sanctuary.
Ill want to wash you with my hair.
Ill want to drink of sacred fountains
And find elixirs hidden there.
Ill reap the lotus and the olive (? ).
Ill want to hear the caged-bird sing.
Ill want the secrets of the temple.
Ill want the finger with the ring.
You and me.
You and me.
You and me.
And if you made me your religion.
Ill give all the room you need.
Ill be the drawing of your breath.
Ill be carpet you should weave.
Ill be the sky above the ganges
Ill be the vast and stormy sea.
Ill be the lights that guide you inland.
Ill be the visions you will see.
Visions you will see.
You will see.
You will see.
You and me.
You and me.
You and me.

song performed by by REM
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Written With Love

I’d write you poems with my tongue
An epic or a classic
That flowed as seamlessly as your curves
From head to toe
From first line to fin
I’d trace delicate lines
Hold delicate words on the tip of my being
If only it helped you see
My feelings

On tanned molecules
Your flesh
I’d scribble about skyscrapers
I’d show you fireworks
With my mouth
I’d spin a tale better than Aladdin
And his magic genie
You’d be my Princess
The world would never know what came next
We’d be that intricate

Through the muscles in your chest
Beneath your breath
Deep under the generous mounds
Of your breasts
With my mouth
I’d reach your heart
Through cartilage and bone
It’s a chance I’d take without a second thought
I wouldn’t trade the pain
From what I’ve learned
For anything in the world

Loving you was never as difficult as it seemed
Only communicating the need
For truth
But I have a million dollars in pennies
To throw in all the wells
On my way to you
And with my mouth
I’d whisper each wish to your heart
Instead of trusting the wind
Just keep tight and I’ll let my eyes guide
In the dark
Just keep tight

I’ve let my mouth mutter the words
Three monosyllable little things
That change history
With my hands I’ve held pen to paper
And written you novels
Enough works to make Shakespeare proud
Enough to make a fool out of myself
For loving a woman
Like the forefathers
Like the classic heroes
Hopelessly

But if I had a moment now
I’d only run aged fingers over you
And whisper gently
Anything else would be a crime
Anything else would be our demise
With my mouth to your chest
I’d whisper to your heart
Of something so epic
It stands without definition
Of something so classic
We all long to find it
Even when its in front of our eyes

I’d whisper the secrets of the world unknown
I’d generate a friction so sweet
It would seem a fiction
With generous lips
I’d carve an epic
A classic

Seamlessly into your heart
Like my mouth would trace your curves timelessly
If only you loved me

poem by Alejandro Torres
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Henry and the Scheme of Things.

It was all part of the scheme
of things Henry thought and
even when the women looked
at him with that odd curiosity
he never failed (at least not in

the beginning) to make a score
usually with one of the females
less prettier than the ones who
left before and after taking her
for the drink and meal routine

and maybe to the cinema he took
her back to his place and poured
her a drink and put on a cool jazz
record on the hifi and set her down
on the sofa and she talked and he

watched her lips move the lipstick
red the kind his mother used to wear
and her nose was kind of pointed and
lifted up at the end and her words
went over his head he wasn't interested

in her philosophy of being or what
she had bought at the last sale he
studied her chin the way it rose and
fell as she spoke the words pouring
out and he said look Honey I know

you like to talk but how about you
and me going to bed? Oh she said I
haven't told you about the time I
went to New York and so Henry lay
back on the sofa closed his eyes

and let her talk a jazz saxophone
filling in behind her voice the record
turning her mouth opening and closing
and he thought of time passing and
remembering his mother's red lipstick

mouth scolding and after boredom had
set in deep he drifted off to sexless sleep.

poem by Terry Collett
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When Every Year Valentine's Day Comes

That day the sky was olive green
And the two green parrots repeated the words
'I love you'
Who exactly taught the birds to speak those words
I didn't know
But I knew it was easy to tell these words
in a moment of togetherness

The sun no longer shone in the sky
It was not the sunset still
She promised to come before the sunset.
she came and sat close to me.
She looked like an angel

To my surprise, she was clad in olive green
She was for me the sky
She greeted me with a casual 'hi'
She asked a series of questions
One question was -
'What date is today? '
I told '14th Feb'
'And just that? Nothing more? '
I stared at her face and she looked at the seashore.

She was silent in the twilight
Wanted to tell me something, all right.
But what did she want to say?
She only said 'Dont you know it's Valentine's Day?

I got back to my senses.
I was not in mine minutes before.
It was Valentine's day sure
It was, I heard, ' a lover's day, sure.
I wanted to apologise
I was so busy telling her ' I love you'
I missed what day it was.

But when I realised that it was
Valentine's Day
I forgot her call, her messges
I only remembered those three magical words
'I love you'

But she had left the place long ago
She is gone, gone for ever...

Still when every year Valentine's Day comes
I feel that it is my first love day
And I will whisper in my beloved' ears
'I love you'.

poem by Ratan Bhattacharjee
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The Eyes Of A Woman

Have you ever looked into the eyes of a woman
You can tell a lot about a woman, just from her eyes
No eyes could ever subdue the artistry of a woman's
As they say, the beauty of a woman lies in her eyes

And indeed they do, just look at those gorgeous eyes
Look at those olive green eyes, full of ecstasy and desire
I've never seen such angelic eyes in my life
Which is what led me to this paper and pen
As from the first time my eyes met them
I could not simply get them out of my head

I could not help but notice Oh, those dazzling green eyes
I am left speechless, as I remember that sight of grace
You indeed can tell a lot about a woman just from her eyes
Green is the colour of nature, and all the beauty it withholds
Symbolizing growth, harmony, freshness and fertility
Green has strong emotional correspondence with safety
It withholds great healing power, looking at them, I noticed
Being the most restful colour for the human eye, I realised
Green suggests Stability and endurance, indicates growth and hope
Olive green is the traditional colour of peace

Just from looking at your enticing green eyes, I noticed
The kind of woman that you are, how special you indeed are
My sweet love I do bid you, never have my eyes ever seen
Such magnificence, such divine delicacy in the eyes of a woman
And I do bid you, never have my eyes ever met yours like that
Never have my eyes ever fallen in love with the eyes of a woman
Never have my eyes smiled at the sight of the eyes of a woman
Never has my heart skipped a beat at such a sight
And I can only write on a paper, what magnificence I have witnessed
But I do bid you, that words alone may not bear what I have experienced

poem by Gabriel Gauci Maistre
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Olive Me

olive me, why not take all?
can't you see i'm no good without you?
take these arms i wanna loose 'em
take these lips i'll never use them.
your goodbye left me with eyes
how can i go one day without you?
you took the best, so why not take the rest?
why not take olive me?
olive me, why not take all of me?
can't you see i'm no good without you?
take these arms, i wanna loose 'em
take these lips, i'll never use them.
your goodbye left me with eyes that cry
how can i go one day without?
you took the part that once was my heart
why not take olive me

song performed by by NOFX
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Strangers Eyes

All alone, a rainy night
No one around but I fell someone watching me
I look around, the street is bare nobody there
I wonder what it could be
As I turned to walk away
Suddenly I saw his face
Never minding that we were alone
Didnt care about the time, at the moment I was felling fine
I was looking into strangers eyes
(he caught me by surprise)
They looked right through me
(he looking into my eyes)
Never knew
Never, ever thought that love could be
(thats when he came)
He came and captured me
Like a scene out of a dream, I cant believe it
Kind of strange and familiar
But in his eyes I get a sign, I get a feeling
I get the feeling he knows me
Maybe I could stay a while, maybe I could make you smile
I dont have much to do
Maybe we could walk awhile
Maybe, maybe we could talk awhile
Cant help looking into strangers eyes
I was looking into strangers eyes
(he caught me by surprise)
They looked right through me
(he looked into my eyes)
Never knew
Never, ever thought that love could be
(thats when he came)
He came and captured me
How was I to know this would happen
Thought I didnt know I would meet this stranger
Its the kind of thing that dreams are made of
And I keep thinking about strangers eyes
I was looking into strangers eyes
(he caught me by surprise)
They looked right through me
(he looked into my eyes)
Never knew
Never, ever thought that love could be
(thats when he came to me)
He came and captured me

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Empty Chairs

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would
Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would
Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you'd leave, until you went
Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

song performed by by Don McLean
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Azwethinkweiz

Floatin round my brain,
Tryin to think about the other thing.
Than that thought you know Im considering.
What if what I thought,
About who I think I though I was,
Was nothing more than my cerebellum slobbering?
Azwethinkweizm is hard to think about,
But simple to trust.
Youll know your on it
When your brain wont stop to take a break, no!
So when donut boy comes askin around,
Tryin to figure out somethin new,
You just smile and say,
Pardon you! Im sitting through
Some particles and farcing through some folds.
Ive stumbled upon a brain fart
Which melts away your molds!
So I think upon that ponder
While Im pondering the thought,
Just thinkin about the thinkweiz
Is leaving me distraught!
Well I think I thought
I saw an azwethinkweiz,
Lookin like we think we do.
Like we think we do.
Some think Im insane,
cause I think about the other thing,
Than that one thought you call reality.
What if what you thought,
About who you think you thought you were,
Was nothing more than illusion rapidly crumbling!
Azwethinkweism should be a topic we all can trust.
Its just to bad it makes your
Head go zippitykrack @#$% dang!
So when donut boy comes sniffing around
Trying to figure out something new,
You just laugh and say, pardon you,
Im through some particles and
Farcing through some folds.
Ive stumbled upon a brain fart
Which melts away your molds.
So I think upon that ponder
While Im pondering the thought,
Just thinking about the thinkweiz
Is leaving me distraught.
Well I think I thought I saw an azwethinkweiz,
Lookin like we think we do.
Like we think we do.
So what if you thought about the thinkweiz
Was nothing like you think you are?
Youd probably more than likely be a
Lookyloo lookin like you think you do.
Like you think you do.

song performed by by Incubus
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Please Be Quiet

He spoke and spoke so many words
and she just silently thought.
He had an opinion on everything.
She listened and then she sought
silence again, just said Amen
to all those words he said,
Soon thoughts came to her head.

She thought about life.
She thought about love.
She thought about
all he was speaking of.
She thought about nights
where silence prevailed.
She thought about days
where the speaking assailed
her ears.
She'd been thinking and thinking
for too many years.
The quietness was peaceful
but now brought her to tears.

For she missed the sound
of all his words.
She missed everything he said.
He was gone and all was quiet
for all his words were dead.
The thoughts were still there.
The words were not.
And what was it he said?
She forgot.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Seeking everything

Seeking everything
~
A life, a world so often sought
Without a picture of what it may be
A world, a phrase somewhere picked up
In a poem, a book or a song
To what it reads we all think different
And interpretation becomes the thought
The thought becomes the dream
A lavish fantasy so well looked upon
That we are all lost in what we seek
Blind to the ambition it brings
Blind to the fantasy of which it reads
We take each word by our own demands
Pluck them like flowers to the vase
That all we see is a thing of beauty
The first picture of a new world
Where the new life does await
And however it may or may not look
It remains but a thought and what we find
Is that which we seek to fulfil our lives

poem by Matthew Holloway
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