Naked Gun
A mind held captive with intense desire
And a naked gun
Cocked to please,
An old rivalry,
Ancient jealousies,
A duel to the death,
Everything for a woman’s breath.
There’s simply not enough insanity
To truly honor a goddess properly,
Three thousand years of poetry
And the understanding of the allure of the female
Has only been alluded to.
Delirium caused by dark eyes,
Intoxication by bare shoulders,
Tears and trembling
For the slightest hint of cleavage,
Fortunately, there is no escape
From the feminine.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The Woman In Me
Dancing close feeling restless
It's a slow and sultry night
It'll take a lifetime till sunrise if you won't stay with me tonight
Feel your breath caress my shoulder as your heart reads my mind
You don't have to tell me anything
I can see everything in your eyes
It's so easy with you
I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
Baby there's so much no man has ever touched of the woman in me
I might be trembling but I'm not scared
Just my desire breaking free
I've never had a chance like this before to unlock all the doors to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
Baby there's so much no man has even touched of the woman in me
Like the dark side of the full moon
I've never shown what I'm showing to you
It's so easy with you I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
It's so easy with you. I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm felling so free to be the woman in me
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When You Touch My Body
when you touch my body with your trembling hands tonight
i choose to simply close my eyes
too, i am trembling to this passion
this desire i have been waiting
all these years, when we are nothing but
passing glimpses, until one day,
i tell you my name, i touch your lips i caress your hair
and you are awakened
by this kind of love
this total undressing this total nudity
even in tears and untold quiver
in this room, you are with me
there will be silence anticipating
our joys our confessions our opening up
hands to hands and soul to soul
we will be losing ourselves
tonight i am revealing all my skins and longings
i am naked
i am yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Of F.W.H.M. to One that Smokes
Spare us the hint of slightest desecration,
Spotless preserve us an untainted shrine;
Not for thy sake, oh goddess of creation,
Not for thy sake, oh woman, but for mine.
poem by James Kenneth Stephen
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Poetry Is Dead
Is this the end?
Is this the death?
Death has not always been an end
It may be a new beginning
It could have been a funeral
But it has to be the matrimonial
Of lust and hunger
Alas! Poetry is dead
She died last night
Of cerebral malaria
In the febrile fits
Of plagued identity
In the rigors and chills
Of seasonal insanity
In the aches and pains
Of bodily desires
Poetry died
Silently, invisibly
In the blast
Of this materialized world
Before sleeping in the robust arms
Of Dark Angel
She painfully uttered
A dying declaration
In her last muffled breaths
“I, the Cinderella of all Arts
Has had been mishandled
By the guardians and the messengers
They ignored the ‘FRAGILE’ sign
While shipping me from heart to heart
Mind to mind and soul to soul
I was broken into pieces
Even safeguarded
Inside the velvety red box
Wrapped with the white sheets
Of hundred percent pure cotton
Sealed with the melted wax
Of my frozen tears
Each piece of mine
Would live thereafter me
Eternally as a divine soul
In the juvenile bodies
Of so called amateurs
Who worshipped me since born
Like a goddess…”
Alas! Poetry is dead
Dec 20,2008
poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
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Live For Someone
Keep me near you in this dream,
As close as the strands of your hair
Kissing your bare shoulders in the summertime.
This love is pure and untainted
Like an ancient stream in the woods
Leading to a sacred shrine.
I can’t promise to fulfill every desire
That motivates your heart,
But my every thought follows the path
Leading to the innocence and vulnerability of your eyes.
We have to make it in this life understanding
We are water flowing through God’s ocean of purpose;
Everything has higher meaning when it’s done
For someone other than ourselves,
And I need to live for someone like you.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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No More Tears (feat. Na Na)
No more tears
on my own again
I never say goodbye
Here I am
I feel like a hurricane
but upside down
I move like in M.A.D.
to every sound
trembling before you
cause I'm going down ...
My last stand
is all that I'm hearing
will I ever find
an answer to what I have
on my mind
thousand yard stare
cause I'm going down ...
No more tears
on my own again
I never say goodbye
I will be just fine
You're still on my mind
Will you ever tell me why
Aiming high
I turn from the light
and I am on my way
falling into the darkness
I can't stay
There's no escape
and I am going down
Final try
I'm back from the other side
and right on time
to once and for all claim
back what's mine
the future is bright
and I won't go down
No more tears
on my own again
I never say goodbye
I will be just fine
You're still on my mind
Will you ever tell me why
No more tears
on my own again
I never say goodbye
still on my mind
Will you ever tell me why
No more tears
on my own again
I never say goodbye
I will be just fine
You're still on my mind
Will you ever tell me why
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Dark Beautiful Woman
Days are consumed with passionate fever
Pursuing a dark, beautiful woman
With tantalizing storm-concealing eyes
And a proud face
Undaunted by youthful suffering.
Following the sway of her dress
Through crowded streets,
The mind is dizzy with desire
And the heart is filled
With desperate sighs.
The appearance of some women
From a far-off distance
Can reduce a man to tears
As he pleads to unknown deities
To be beside this mesmerizing, feminine essence.
There is obsession
Frighteningly all-pervasive
And eroding the last visages of sanity:
Under these circumstances,
After just meeting a woman,
A man might marry and murder her
Within a week.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Gender Adds To The Voice
The feminine voice arouses me
As it is coming from a female.
Otherwise also I will like it
If I know it is from a female.
The feminine voice of boys
Fails to lure me, with maleness in mind.
Voice is sweet and gender specific.
I imagine the singer in her voice.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Same Lovely Misery
Poetry is not my friend,
It is only sad images of disappointment,
A desolate history
I don’t want to believe.
But still, I have more tears
For a lingering obsession
That has already left
A thousand handkerchiefs wet
With prayers and regrets.
Through scattered verse,
I have called you perfect
And invited the world
To fall in love with you.
I have tried to describe
Your shimmering brown hair
Caressing your Goddess-like shoulders,
A mythical tall girl
Towering in my dreams.
I have swum in the tranquil pools
Of your seductively sad eyes,
And I have not lied
About what they did to me,
I was spellbound and mesmerized.
You inspired a desperate search
For poetic words;
I wanted lines of thought and rhyme
To offer sacrificial compliments
At the altar of the beautiful one
Swirling through my imagination.
You breathe in my poetry
Like a Mediterranean breeze,
I cried and called you Aphrodite,
Now I’m certain that you’re Daphne,
Forever running away from me.
Other women are minutely alive in memories,
Vague footnotes to my poetry,
I can’t remember what they mean to me,
I’m not sure they exist,
But you remain, even in the silence
Of the long months of disappearance.
I hope the man holding your hand
Comprehends what he is doing,
That his mind is racing desperately
With feverish thoughts for your happiness,
That he is forever in floral shops
Seeking out enchanting and exotic bouquets for you,
Bargaining with a chorus of angels
To sing your name in a mystical mantra.
If he fails and loses you,
He may become a lonely poet, too,
Describing every meticulous movement of his desire,
Seeing you in every feminine shadow
Dancing in his grieving mind.
Erica, I will not write of you again,
I’ll let my thoughts all blend into the universal,
Write my praises to returning spring birds,
Find flowery words for summery parks,
Protect my despairing heart
For the loneliness of hurting children.
But if you ever speak a word to me,
The same flood waters of this poetry
Will drown my soul again
With the same lovely misery.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Goddess Is Returning
Goddess is the emotion, God is the intellect.
Goddess is feminine, God is masculine in respect.
Goddess is coming back to renew her place
her place in humanity is where she will now grace.
Goddess's empathy that comes from the heart
will bring peace to humanity and make a new start.
Ending all wars, and ruthless acts
Goddess will bring feminine love which the Earth plane lacks.
Look to nature to see these truths
you know now Goddess will grow and not be refused.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 24,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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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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How peculiar!
I put lipstick to invite.
I show cleavage to excite.
I bare my naval to draw in.
I hide my secret parts to guess.
I will be wild on the men
Who tell me that I am sexy,
Or that they desire me.
How peculiar a woman is!
22.10.2006.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Returning Of Goddess
Goddess is the emotion, God is the intellect.
Goddess is feminine, God is masculine in respect.
Goddess is coming back to renew her place
her place in humanity is where she will now grace.
Goddess's empathy that comes from the heart
will bring peace to humanity and make a new start.
Ending all wars, and ruthless acts
Goddess will bring feminine love which the Earth plane lacks.
Look to nature to see these truths
you know now Goddess will grow and not be refused.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 24,2012
www.christinapoems.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Poetry Is Movement Without Effort
Poetry is movement without effort
Poetry should take you to places far beyond what your eyes can see
Take you to places where you can be free
Poetry is movement without effort
All you have to do is think and feel
and it will move you
and make your experiences real
poetry can cause pictures to form in your mind
speak a thousand verbs, a thousand nouns, or a thousand rhymes
all written for you to experience on a personal level
poetry is a journey
to self discovery
out of a thousand doorways to roads never walked travelled or taken
poetry can cause your eyes and your heart to awaken
remind you of a friend’s love remind you that your never forsaken
because while you live you can experience life to the full
poetry is movement it is a tool
for cataloguing things seen and unseen
for poetry can be the very fabric from which we dream!
poem by Daniel Hooks
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Slowly Move Her Feet
Fearfully pale
Like the milk-white moon,
His body trembles
Like a chandelier
In an earthquake
At meeting the lady
Of his irrepressible dreams
On an ordinary street
Near the Monday morning bakery.
I’ve been that man,
Lost where I stand
Contemplating blue eyes at dawn
Or a yellow skirt in the afternoon.
Sweet intoxication of desire,
Lovely feminine defeat,
Every man is deliriously happy
To see a woman smile
Or slowly move her feet.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Regret
He sobbed. She wept.
They cried so many tears.
They'd held them in
for too many years.
It was good to feel
the tears all flow.
It lightened their hearts
and let them know
that foolish pride
had held tears back.
It created a wall
and no contact.
What caused the fight?
the memory of it gone.
They faced bitterness
on each new dawn.
He sobbed. She wept.
They dried their tears
and forgave each other
for the rest of their years.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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An act of poetry
Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art
Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation
Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:
The pen be our salvation.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Poetry Is
Poetry is when she wakes up with a smile on her angel face and says thank you for watching over my breathe all night, its when I hold her and she says I miss missing you even when I’m right there next to her.
Her EYES are the mother of poetry, one of a kind, her SMILE is the goddess of poetry, rare and beautiful, her VOICE is the heaven of poetry, so sweet and gentle.
When she loves me she does so with all the poetry she has inside her, , , everything about her is poetry, her poetry speaks to me without saying anything, it touches me without holding me, it makes me feel even without her near me
SHE IS POETRY IN MY SOUL, IN MY MIND, IN MY HEART.
poem by Tendai Maturure
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The Quest
I dreamt a dream like none before.
It stirred my very soul!
It started with an open door
Through which I chose to stroll.
Then, once inside, that room beyond,
My heart was filled with fear!
Yet how else could my heart respond?
I sensed that God was here!
Then, suddenly, I heard Him speak
As He called out my name...
I trembled and my legs grew weak.
My conscience brought me shame.
'Fear not! ' He said, 'We meet this night
To put you on a quest! '
'What for? ' I asked without delight...
No way did I feel blessed!
'You've prayed a lot! ' the Lord replied.
'A woman you desire! '
I've heard you when you've sighed and sighed!
Yes, you're quite a sigher!
Your quest, My son, is search and find
One woman for your wife!
One woman with a holy mind
To live with all your life! '
Then God was gone and I awoke,
Still trembling, scared to death!
Wondering, was this just a joke?
Or Christ from Nazareth! ?
Somehow I sensed God had a plan,
A sacred destiny.
That morning came and so began
The quest God meant for me...
I walked across the years ahead...
My youth then passed me by...
In middle age, and still not wed,
I humbly wondered why.
No woman with a holy mind,
Obedient to God's Laws.
I tested them, but couldn't find
A female without flaws.
I prayed to God, 'I've failed, my Lord!
No woman cares for me...
No woman's love is my reward
To share eternally...'
Then old age came and Death approached,
'How goes your noble quest? '
'Be still! ' rebuked the Holy Ghost...
'I know he did his best...'
poem by Denis Martindale
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Sylvia Is Dead
all the stages are for her,
she burned her head whole
inside an oven and she keeps the
riddles of the nine syllables
crisp, and firm, and creepy
that is sylvia's best
and look
here comes the rest,
they follow.
intense, so so intense.
painful death and deadly poetry.
my soul rises to the 7th heaven.
i, am, too,
intense, like, you, too, two, the
two of you,
intensity lost
recovered
in a minute or so, so so intense.
i feign death.
i still love to solve the tenth riddle.
the three monkeys are still with me.
they are so cute.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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