~ Lessons ~
You undressed me
With those eyes
Convoluted and
Appraising
Naked in my ambition
Twice scorned
Bound to a fettered bed
Tethered to time and circumstance
And the impossibility of your eyes
16 February 2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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Your Naked Eyes
Naked and Vulnerable,
I lie before you
For you to behold me
With your naked eyes…
Beautiful and Ugly
I lie before you
For you to assess me
With your naked eyes…
Drenched in Love
I lie before you
For you to reciprocate
With your naked eyes…
Doused in Passion
I lie before you
For you to arouse me
With your naked eyes…
The Goddess in Me
Lying before you,
Asking
The God in you
To propitiate her
With his heavenly body
And naked eyes…
As you devour me
And savour me
In the heat and the sweat
Of our spiritual ‘coming’
I transfix my gaze
On your naked eyes…
When you smile back
In opulent ecstasy
I feel so blissful
And so peaceful
In this shameless abandonment
To your naked eyes…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Eyes
Eyes are blue
Eyes are green
Eyes are true
Eyes are mean
Eyes are bright
Give the light
Eyes are black
Like the night
Eyes are cold
Eyes are warm
Eyes are angry
Like a storm
Eyes are kind
Eyes are blind
Eyes are evil
Eyes of devil
Eyes are hungry
Eyes of walls
Eyes are empty
Eyes of dolls
Eyes are loving
Eyes are charming
Eyes are lying
Truth denying
Eyes are haughty
Eyes are naughty
Eyes are naïve
To all they believe
Eyes are strained
A fear remained
Eyes without hope
Ready for the rope
Eyes are vulnerable
Eyes that gamble
Eyes are sensitive
Eyes are attentive
Eyes are stubborn
Eyes are submissive
Eyes of a new born
Eyes are pensive
Loving eyes are true
Black, brown or blue
My eyes are green
A lot they have seen
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January 11th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Ms. Sad Eyes
Oh, girl, don’t lie
No point even tryin’
You’re not fooling anyone, especially me
Ms. Sad Eyes
They put you through the wringer
A three-front stinger
I promise it won’t linger
Ms. Sad Eyes
Your hair is wet
Mood of fret
Emotional hornet’s nest
Ms. Sad Eyes
We’ll fight them together
Hearts tethered
It will be weathered
Ms. Sad Eyes
What’s easy ain’t worth fighting for
At least so goes the lore
To survive, we must believe it to our core
Ms. Sad Eyes
But no matter what, Flower Child
Even if our run is brief, know that you were what I sought
And you’ll always be beautiful and pure to me
Ms. Sad Eyes
poem by Yoni Assis
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Undressed To Kill
Working on the late shift --- first drink of the day.
Pull a chair up to the table, have to look the other way.
What kind of place am I in? and whos this over here?
Shaking through the silver bubbles climbing through my beer.
Wont let it move me, but I cant sit still.
Could you meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to kill?
Staring through the smoke haze --- plaid shirts in the night.
Well, Im making sure that everything is zipped up tight.
Whos that jumping on the table? putting tonic in my gin?
Brushing silken dollars on her cold white skin.
Wont let it move me, but I cant sit still.
Could you meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to kill?
She could have been sweet seventeen. there again, well, so could i.
There was a tear drop sparkle on the inside of her thigh.
Going to fetch myself a cold beer. Ive got to get a grip.
Find some place to touch down. find a landing strip.
Wont let it move me, but I cant sit still.
Can you meet the eyes of a working girl
All undressed to kill?
Last one out is a cold duck. padding down the road.
I wait outside, my motor running --- got a warm dream to unload.
Can I face her in the sunshine? in he harsh real light of day?
She walks out with recognition in her eyes --- I look away.
Wont let it move me, but I cant sit still.
Couldnt meet the eyes of a working girl
Undressed to kill.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Your Lover Has Gone
Undressed to my bones
Afraid with eyes open
Covered with silk
and finger formations
It starts with her tongue
It feeds on my ear now
It deforms with my skin
almost at once, and I'm dying to believe it's true
Sticky to close
Now breathing is painless
My hand in her mouth
I'm smiling again
Undressed to my bones
Afraid with eyes open
But soon it will end
Alone once again, and I'm dying to believe it's true
song performed by by Yvonne
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The Possibility In Impossibility
Laughter is what comes to mind whenever I think of peoples' fear of impossibility. In life instances, there can always be delays, failed attempts not impossibility. It's only from a continuous approach do we get closer to perfection or perhaps excellence. Even the good-old city of Rome wasn't built in a day so as Noah's arch. Even in impossibility there's a possibility which further explains that anything is achievable or in other words attainable. A good believer should always equate impossibility to Cos 90. The word impossibility has to be cancelled from our dictionaries and deleted from our encyclopaedia softwares because it's a wrong theory conjured by 'evil philosophers'. Will we stand there and just watch an ' im ' inflection to prevent us from our possibility? ? Never! ~> Always remember that even in impossibility there's a possibility.
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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Potent Men
we walk the fertile ground,
with eyes undressed by longing.
senses raw and yielding,
hungry for the night,
and the last promise of light
just before the dawn....
with naked hearts pounding strong
as waves against the shore....
running on belief, an ounce of wonder,
and the scent of a woman's touch!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Images!
When you try to touch my gentle heart,
Please make sure your fatty nails are clipped,
The fresh bruises and the old scars a lot,
That can't be seen through eyes the naked.
When you drink water to saturate me,
Please make sure you don't adulterate,
The fresh bulges and swellings are a lot,
That can't be seen through the eyes, the naked.
When you breathe to fill my alveoli,
Please make sure you don't suffocate.
The vessels are collapsed with cancerous blooms,
That can't be seen through the eyes, the naked.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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They'll Say
your freedom
your freedom undressed the wings
naked it dances the tables of debris
its eyes so swollen it's pain so clear
sharp razor stolen unpainted
from the nights too deep
don't trust them move on
your time is yet to come
don't trust them be yours
best friend to divine
trust that's beneath
their horizon line
love them like friends
your enemies are none
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Eyes are pests
A woman’s eyes would make a man sick
The very eyes are able to cure him.
Men are infested with women eyes
But seldom are they cured of those eyes.
21.01.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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~ Colours ~
Tonight, i look to you
Visible in your azure blue
Eyes that beguile
Touching the mist of desire
Taken by the winds of need
Absorbed in the heat of you
'Neath falling spirals of Amber Leaves
We dream in technicolour
16 February 2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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how i wish the world is blind to see me naked and broken
they always say
ever since i was small
this little boy is ugly
he will not have a promising future
(did they think that i better be thrown
to the sea and be eaten by sharks
or to the forest so i can be the prey
to those predators?)
they let me live, however,
thanks, nonetheless, and i have grown to be what i am
ugly
learning to live this way
ugly
time however has told me a different story
about the ugliness that lies only on the surface of
things, and living memories have grown in me
the seeds
some possibilities
for beauty
like i can grow a mind of my own
like i can be cultivated like a beautiful flower
of my choosing
in my own garden
like i can have the possibility of
a sweet scent
or i can be a slender plant that will bear
some luscious fruits
to feed the world and make it feel
that i can
quench its thirst
or satisfy its hunger
i have learned patiently
how to be a better possibility and long time ago
when i undressed myself
removing some layers of sadness
and confusion
skin upon skin upon skin
i was once afraid of everything
the windows
the cracks and the crevices
i was once afraid of the hundred eyes of this world
those walls barring me
those writings on the fences of my existence
shouting that
i am ugly
(that i do not have the right to live
or anything to live with)
i go naked again
time places another mirror at the center of my
thoughts,
to see another me
i am beautiful
in my nakedness
now, i do not wish anymore a blind world
so it can see the unfolding
the coming of my
thousand possibilities like some kind winds
white sea caps and gentle sands,
i am beautiful and i really know it now
by heart
this confident soul undressed and still so beautiful.
that you, my lovely world,
must start to see.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How I Wish The World Does Not Have A Hundred Eyes To See Me Naked
how i wish the world is blind to see me naked and broken
they always say
ever since i was small
this little girl is ugly
she will not have a promising future
(did they think that i better be thrown
to the sea and be eaten by sharks
or to the forest so i can be the prey
to those predators?)
they let me live, however,
thanks, nonetheless, and i have grown to be what i am
ugly
learning to live this way
ugly
time however has told me a different story
about the ugliness that lies only on the surface of
things, and living memories have grown in me
the seeds
some possibilities
for beauty
like i can grow a mind of my own
like i can be cultivated like a beautiful flower
of my choosing
in my own garden
like i can have the possibility of
a sweet scent
or i can be a slender plant that will bear
some luscious fruits
to feed the world and make it feel
that i can
quench its thirst
or satisfy its hunger
i have learned patiently
how to be a better possibility and long time ago
when i undressed myself
removing some layers of sadness
and confusion
skin upon skin upon skin
i was once afraid of everything
the windows
the cracks and the crevices
i was once afraid of the hundred eyes of this world
those walls barring me
those writings on the fences of my existence
shouting that
i am ugly
(that i do not have the right to live
or anything to live with)
i go naked again
time places another mirror at the center of my
thoughts,
to see another me
i am beautiful
in my nakedness
now, i do not wish anymore a blind world
so it can see the unfolding
the coming of my
thousand possibilities like some kind winds
white sea caps and gentle sands,
i am beautiful and i really know it now
by heart
this confident soul undressed and still so beautiful.
that you, my lovely world, must start to see.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mesmeric
White tiger eyes, white tiger eyes,
So mesmeric in blue,
Are they to cut me down to size
So that I might fear you?
Or are they there to gain my trust
That friendship grows and grows?
If so, then why am I nonplussed,
Can't move my legs, feet, toes?
White tiger eyes, white tiger eyes,
If only you would blink!
I'd get a chance to realise!
I'd get a chance to think!
What lessons could you teach my soul?
What blessings for my heart?
Or would you quickly take control
And then tear me apart?
White tiger eyes, white tiger eyes,
What secrets lay behind?
What wonders lay in dark surprise
To captivate my mind?
Despite your gracious majesty,
You're getting on my wick!
First chance I get, I must break free,
Turn tail and scarper quick!
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Mesmeric'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Fishing Time
Hands in pockets
Pants tucked neatly in his boots
He stood looking at the river
Brown cap with earflaps down
Keeping the cold at bay
This sunny February morning
Longing by the river
His eyes measured the banks
Dreaming of fishing time
February 20,1997
poem by Marjorie DeBol DeFazio
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If
Sittin over here
Starin in your face
With lust in my eyes
Sure don't give a damn and ya
Don't know that I've been dreamin of ya in
My fantasies
Never once you looked at me
Don't even realize that I'm wantin you
To fulfill my needs
Think what you want
Let your mind free
Run free to a place no one dares to
How many night I've laid in bed excited over you
I've closed my eyes and thought of us a hundred different ways
I've gotten there so many times I wonder how bout you
Day and night
Night and day
All I've got to say is
[CHORUS:]
If I was your girl
Oh the things I'd do to you
I'd make you call out my name
I'd ask who it belongs to
If I was your woman
The things I'd do to you
But I'm not
So I can't
Then I won't
But
If I was your girl
Allow me some time to play with your mind
And you'll get there again and again
Close your eyes and imagine my body undressed
Take your time cuz we've got all night
song performed by by Janet Jackson from Janet
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The Normals
That group of people over there...
Tethered and being lead around like that.
What's wrong with them?
'Just take a glance.
Do not stare at them.
They become easily offended.'
Who are they?
'We call them 'The Normals'.
They represent a standard of life gone now.
They are the one's convinced the world is ending.'
But...
WHY are they tethered together and lead like sheep?
'It's a tradition.
Instead of following along they now prefer to be tethered.
And frankly...
It is a mutual acceptance they are kept that way.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undressed for winter
12/28/88
Island Pond VT.
Looking
Past the window
My mind is caught on the snowy day
You can look across the road
And see the maple trees have undressed for winter
Wondering how they might stay warm
The evergreens come into view
In a clump of a dozen or so
They all seem huddled against the edge of winter
The white birch is small, undressed as well
The evergreens are evergreen
They wear their name well
While the maples and white birch
Have undressed for winter
Undressed for winter
poem by Dicky Cantrell
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Call It Eternity
kiss me, dammit!
just for a moment
i want to feel
like i'm still real
close your eyes
and lay with me
your heart beating
as rhythmic as the sea
tides going out,
tides coming in
salt spray on your face!
let the night last forever
i dont care to see the dawn
i've seen forever in the softness
of your eyes undressed with want.
love me,
then close my eyes,
and call it eternity!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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And Let Me See Your Circumstances
She said
'How will I know that I love him'
and she said 'you'll know at the time.'
'What time will that be
and why does Time have to be
the decider of my love needs? '
'When your body is ready
and the time is right-
and the person is right-
you will know
and you will be ready for love.'
'So' she said 'love is circumstance? '
'In some ways.'
'But if circumstance is what is required
what about me? she said.
My dear.I said, 'Romeo and Juliet fell in love in a bad
circumstance and all died in the end.
So circumstances matter.'
But I think love is irresistible
outside rationality.
Love is Ultimate Mystery.' she said.
'Only in the young.' she said
'As we mature
especially near 30
love becomes mostly circumstance
and moved mostly by rationality.'
'So are you saying maturity dictates
that we choose from among partners
available then
and is more decision than
true love's mystery.? '
Ah what I am saying
is that while young we choose
from mystery
and after the divorce
we are more governed by circumstance.
And choosing in weighing circumstance
is the height of rationality
and the opposite of mystery.'
'Ah' she said 'then in the end
all you are offering me is hard truth
and circumstance? '
'
No, I am saying love
is first wasted on the young
who cannot afford Love's Circumstances
and Love in later years
is given only to Youth's Survivors who
fight their way through
and beyond circumstance.
That is the real definition of maturity.
True Love survives Circumstances
and does not become
its victim.
'Oh, ' she said.
That too
is a hard truth.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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