Sexy Mexicana
Sexy Mexicana
Walking among sunlight flowers
Little brown body in bloom
Like an exotic garden
Of forbidden fruit
Enticing every appetite.
I’ll see you in the night
Swaying in the starlight
Your skirt more powerful and red
Than a bullfighter’s cape,
No man can escape your allure
Even if death is in the street
Or beside your bed
Or knocking at your door.
Dreams drip form your eyes
Like summer mist or moonlight,
There’s a poet in tears
Chasing down elusive words
That Sappho or Shakespeare never heard
Unsuccessfully seeking to describe
The intensity of kissing
Your necklace throat.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Drip, drip, drip
tears roll down my face
drip, drip, drip
that's all I hear as the tears fall
in the dark
I sit alone as blood runs down my arm
and mixes with my tears
drip, drip, drip
my door is locked
my knife is a deadly scarlet
getting closer every time
to the veins I desirer
drip, drip, drip
I push the blade deeper into my arm
it hurts but it's a good pain
a knock at the door
I grab my friend and scream
as I find the veins I want
drip, drip, drip
my mom walks in as I fall to the floor
my dying words to my mom
'I live no more'
she rushed to my body and calls for my dad
I smile as they see my pain
drip, drip, drip
as my blood hits the floor
my mom screams my name
I smile once more
and say good bye
my mom screams ' why god why? '
the last words I heard were a plea for help
until the final
drip, drip, drip
poem by No Reason To Care
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Engage
It is hard to imagine
Starlight that fails
To fall into your eyes
Or moonlight that would hesitate
To caress your hair.
When I remember
Any afternoon we’ve spent
Walking through a garden of flowers,
I give thanks for those moments
So sacrosanct to my soul.
I cherish the Saturday evenings
Walking college streets
Looking for a sacred bar
Where we could drink
And slowly eat something simple
But with reverent hearts
For the palpable joy of existence.
When I’m in love,
Everyone in this city
Becomes as beautiful to me
As St. Francis or Bridget Bardot,
I just smile and look for a hand to shake.
Someone says in front of the nightclub
Doors don’t open until 9 p.m.,
And that’s fine, that’s an hour
We can spend talking to street people
Selling flowers and fruit
And sharing their lovely godliness.
Ah, everyday is the perfect time to engage
Our dreams with happiness
And wherever we stand is a perfect place
To see the world we want to create;
Let’s dance late into the night and kiss somewhere
In front of a small 3 a.m. church and know
We never have to succumb to sorrow.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Forbidden Fruit
Sometimes fruit
is forbidden
one must
look
away.
Like Eve in the
garden
forbidden
fruit
on
display.
Little did she
know
the price
she
would pay.
Forbidden fruit
forever
sometimes
dreams
go
astray.
poem by Heather Burns
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The Bullfighter Was A Lady
(words & music by sid tepper - roy c. bennett)
Pedro the bull was a killer
King of the bullfighter ringer
Hed wipe up the floor with each brave matador
And have matador stew for his dinner
He heard the crowd shouting ol
But he met his master that day
The bullfighter was a lady
And it was true love at first sight
Her red cape was waving but pedro was shaking (or shaving? )
He wanted to date her that night
Ol
Pedro the bull he was smitten
First time the love bug had bitten
He once was a mad bull, a wild and a bad bull
But now he was mild as a kitten
The people were starting to hiss
But pedro just wanted to kiss
The bullfighter was a lady
And pedro he liked what he saw
He floated on air with a rose in his hair
As he waltzed with that sweet matador
His fate was a bad one, his tale is a sad one
Its hanging right over her door
Ol!
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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You Are the Only Song
If I could kiss
Your gorgeous mouth
In the sunlight
Beside roses climbing
Fences to find us,
My heart would burst
With unimaginable joy
And resound like a symphony,
I know Mozart would smile.
Around the corner from the liquor store
In this depressed city,
There is a small pawn shop
With a diamond necklace
That belongs on your goddess-like throat;
I will trade in my best guitar
To buy it for you
Because you are the only song
I want to hear.
Beyond this affection,
The world ceases to exist for me;
You are the dreams
That softly fall from the moonlight,
The stars dance over the hillside
When they see you walking
Barefoot in the night;
Summer has brought you into my life,
I will bathe in your light
And invoke all the ancient deities
To keep you shining by my side.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Nothing's Perfect
I heard imagination goes beyond horizon
But will it till a day with no sun!
I heard thoughts ramble faster than light
But will they till about your life depart! !
I heard animals have the future to sense
But what’s the use if no reaction hence! ! !
I culminate thus there isn’t a single thing
That in the world is perfect and living.
One thing but smashed my stances to vain
It is my love I saw in the rain.
Escorting the charisma in the nature,
She passed by leaving a lovely lustre.
‘Love in this world is perfect my son’
I heard a voice somewhere unknown.
There was no reflex in me at all
I rather ratified my defeat after all.
Her picture still is in my heart
Until again I saw her and thought
She’s the one for me god made,
She’s my shadow even in the shade.
All the world around seemed at once
A wide garden with flowers at every glance.
Walking was she in the amidst,
And escorting her was I in the mist!
As the flowers smiled gently
And the winds moved bluntly,
She turned behind and slowly on her face,
I saw swaying smile build up
And my heart going away miles! !
Finally her eyes at last arrest me
This world was for first time pleasant!
Some force was constantly in me sent
Which is advancing my feet front.
Came she close to see her in my eyes
No words now exist in my book to portray
What feelings then ran through me!
Tears descended on her face
‘I adore you but I am pathetic’
I heard these words very sweet but thin.
Consequently I was jolted off to pieces
And my love turned eventually my death! ! !
What I heed in the onset is genuine
Nothing in world is perfect like the moonYet I love her for giving my death
A very fresh breath, a gangster never hath! ! ? ? ! !
poem by BhanuPrakash Singh
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He is more than a hero
He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes--
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you -- he
who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing
laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can'
speak -- my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,
hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body
and I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isn't far from me
We’re Home
Pray with me
At the botanical garden,
Stay with me this weekend
As we breathe our yoga of devotion.
I fell in love with you
As I placed my mat next to yours
And we drank clear water
Of reverence and hope.
Let’s sit on the terrace
And give thanks for each other,
Express gratitude for our lives,
Let us find God in each other’s eyes.
I could weep with you in the rain,
Smile with you in the sunlight
Touching your hair graced by summer flowers,
Share fruit with you walking along a city street.
It’s not too late to make everything meaningful,
It’s not too late to discover each other in this sacred place
And finally realize that we’re home.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Summer's Form
Summer has been suspended this year;
nature has acceded
because all of summer's light and it's flowerings
are contained in you
coming into your majority.
Flowers bloom in those eyes
especially the blues and greens;
beauty caresses your body
alighting across those rose bud breasts
animal flora and mineral all align;
your hands
carry fire-flies
providing light for lovers in the gloaming night
lovers
who swim in their own perfumed senses;
beauty true is intoxicating.
Summer heat
rises here
I have tasted it
in your single kiss.
All can see why
Summer therefore concedes
this year
there is no need
for her arrivals
because Summer's delights
have all been contained
in the form of you
in this Night Garden
of our delights.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Death Is Calling At My Door
Death is calling at my door,
Knock Knock not another joke.
This time I'm actually scared.
The call of death is at my door,
Knocking..... Knocking.....
Awaiting an answer,
My body gets cold as I start to shiver.
All sorts of things are happening to my body,
Not accustom to it; it got me worried.
I am feeling like I am going to die,
I don't. I want to stay alive.
I don't know what it is,
For all I know it could be a disease.
I spoke to my mother who said it is normal and I am alright,
But the symptoms I am getting insist to pry.
The knocking on the door becomes more as I go closer.
I want it to go away let me live to see another day.
I open the door ready to take my last breath,
Shockingly death had the wrong address
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Forbidden Fruit
all the forbidden fruit I ever
dreamt of--or was taught to
resist and fear--ripens and
blossoms under the palms of my
hands as they uncover and explore
you--and in the most secret
corners of my heart as it discovers
and adores you--the forbidden fruit
of forgiveness--the forbidden fruit
of finally feeling the happiness
you were afraid you didn't deserve--
the forbidden fruit of my life's labor
--the just payment I have avoided
since my father taught me how--
the forbidden fruit of the secret
language of our survivors' souls as
they unfold each others secret
ballots--the ones where we voted
for our first secret desires to come
true--there's so much more
I want to say to you--but for
the first time in my life I'm at
a loss for words--because
(I understand at last)
I don't need them
to be heard by you.
Submitted by Venus
poem by Michael Lally
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Forbidden Fruit
Oscar brown jr
Eve and adam had a garden everything was great
Till one day a boy says pardon miss my name is snake
See that apple over yonder if youll take a bite
You and adam both are bound to have some fun tonight
Go on and eat forbidden fruit
Its mighty sweet forbidden fruit
Its quite a treat forbidden fruit
Go ahead and taste it you dont wanna waste it
The lord had said in the beginning everything is free
Except that apple that leads to sinning so let that apple be
But eve got tempted so she tried it and as all chicks do
Teaser her man till he decided hed just try some too
Go on and eat forbidden fruit
Its mighty sweet forbidden fruit
Its quite a treat forbidden fruit
Go ahead and bite it I bet youd be delighted
I hate to tell you all what followed the lord was most upset
Saw them making love and hollered what have you to add
And when they made a full confession the lord said hm I see
I guess Ill have to teach you a lesson about not minding me
Go on and eat forbidden fruit
Its mighty sweet forbidden fruit
Its quite a treat forbidden fruit
Youre all indebted now you gonna get it
The lord made eve adams madam have his kids and all
Placed some labour laws on adam and he made the snake to fall
Ever since the days of eden folks been sinful my
Nowadays theyre even eating apples in their pie
Go on and eat forbidden fruit
Its mighty sweet forbidden fruit
Its quite a treat forbidden fruit
Go ahead and taste it you dont wanna waste it
Oh go ahead and bite it I bet youd be delighted
You always did it now youll gonna get it
Forbidden fruit
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Don't Go Chasing Shadows
Don't go chasing shadows
When the night is a lion
Into a night that goes
With the last of a lonely ion
The night is in my love song
Thru the dark and mist
All days that touches and long
That yearning have kissed
Day by day left behind
Morning weary waking eyes
To the light day shall find
In the mist of daybreak skies
Don't go chasing shadows
When the night is a lion
Into a night that goes
With the last of a lonely ion
All in heart of the deep
Blossoms growing in spring
What they felt in their sleep
As they turn around to sing
Tomorrow´s awaking call
Feelings torching like lullabies
Beautiful dreams for all
Making love and inner ties
Dreams will never come true
If you keep on going lonely
Never seeing them coming thru
Just being inside of you only
Don't go chasing shadows
Don't go chasing shadows
When the night is a lion
Into a night that goes
With the last of a lonely ion
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Gentle The Stars And The Town Asleep
Gentle the stars and the town asleep.
No stranger at the gate. No door ajar.
The windows deep in their own affairs.
Flowers thicken the hot night air
with pheromones of sex and death
that follow you all the way down the street
like homeless kittens and lonely junkies.
Walking my solitude off alone,
the cold stone of the moon overhead,
the first night bird I've heard tonight
singing high in the leaves of an elm
strung like a guitar with power lines
and in my heart, a child of longing,
the half-finished spectre of a poem to you.
The streetlamps bud like day lilies
but nothing blooms in the tungsten light
though insects gather in impotent frenzies,
my poem to you makes love through its eyes
to the leaf and the star and the stone
seeking out images of you to adorn
this figment of desire in a shrine of thorns.
A woman dreams in a house far away.
The road grows darker and longer
out among the fields where the stars
wax brighter than the themes of a poet
igniting like fireflies down by the river
he sits by nursing his imagination
on the night shift of the inconceivable.
poem by Patrick White
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Its Not The Spotlight
(gerry goffin, barry goldberg, 1973/1976)
If I ever feel the light again shining down on me,
I dont have to tell you what a welcome it will be.
I felt the light before but I let it slip away,
But I still keep on believing that itll come back some day.
Its not the spotlight, its not the camra light,
Its not the street lights of some old street of dreams.
It aint the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
But Ive seen it shining in your eyes and you know what I mean.
Some times I try to tell myself the light was never real,
Just a fantasy that used to be, the way I used to feel.
But you and I know better, even though its been so long,
If your memory really serves you well, youll never tell me no wrong.
Its not the spotlight, its not the camra light,
Its not the streetlights of some old street of dreams.
It aint the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
But Ive seen it shining in your eyes you know what I mean.
So if I ever feel the light again shining down on me,
I dont have to tell you what a welcome it would be.
I felt the light before but I let it slip away,
But I still keep on believing that itll come back some day.
Its not the spotlight, its not the camra light,
Its not the streetlights of some old street of dreams.
It aint the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
But Ive seen it shining in your eyes and you know what I mean.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Essence of a Woman
Such an excruciating desire
To live in her eyes like dream
And to have devotion to the way
Her necklace caresses her skin,
It was destiny that we met!
I immoderately drink in the starlight
And whisper poems and prayers
To promenading ghost lovers
On a summer avenue of flowers,
I live with a poet’s heart and wonder
Where is she tonight
And will we ever meet again?
Life is without meaning
And the hereafter purposeless
If you fail to be drunk
On the essence of a woman.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I Like That Bite of Edgar's
I like that bite of Edgar's.
That one that takes flight in the night.
To rest on chimneys...
Leaving a darkened shadow
Cast by a glowing full moon night!
I like that bite of Edgar's.
A troubled brilliance seeking escape.
From a mind that has suffered
From his own and others' heartbreaks.
And to sit alone with thoughts to write.
Allowing a forbidden bitterness,
The head will not forgive!
And to deliver a quick liquor shot.
To ease a pain felt.
But no one will believe!
Not from the words left behind,
One reads.
I like that bite of Edgar's.
After he is read.
And the gloom in Edgar's head remains...
He sustains,
With a style...
Not easily forgotten.
I like that bite of Edgar Poe's.
And I know now...
He had to numb to succumb,
To chance a romance he was after...
That flew away one day,
Into the darkened night!
And then...
Death seemed to have come knocking.
Knocking!
To repeat unrelentless-ly!
Dedicated to:
Edgar Allan Poe
'To feel such anguish within.
Touched by diversed experiences,
that brings a clarity to one's life.
So emotionally vivid...
One can only reach out to this world
in the form of writing to express the depths of our pain
and unaccepted sorrows we keep inside of us.
That undescripted anguish that torments, unresolved.'
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Lost Love.
Her brother stopped
you in the high street
and said, Have you heard
about Judith? No, you
replied, thinking maybe
she'd divorced or won
the lottery or had another
child. Her brother hesitated
momentary then said, She
died of cancer. It seemed
as if he'd stabbed a knife
into your gut and twisted
the blade, all the memories
of you and she walking home
from school, arm in arm,
laughing, kissing, the lessons
of school gladly forgotten,
or sitting by the pond in summer,
the birds in the trees overhead,
she and you holding hands,
kissing lips to lips, those alone
moments, those long ago summers,
those dark wintery nights,
she captured in the car headlights,
you wanting her closer and all
those images flashed before your
eyes as her brother's words sunk in,
he standing there, knowing even
after all this time how you and she
had once been lovers, childhood
days like shadows on a far away wall,
the trees swaying and her saying
back in that moonlit lane, I'm engaged
to another, after you had proposed
innocently some years later, once
school had done its worse. Now her
brother's words had pushed their
way into your mind, her smile, those
eyes peering into yours, that I love
you gaze, long ago, in happier days.
poem by Terry Collett
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Autumn Was Here
Autumn
invades the garden
paints(regardless)
evertything in moonlight
the cat perched
in the tree
the owl stuck
to the ground
the lovers(hidden
just out of sight)
kissing good night
even their words
silver with longing
even the silence.
Autumn moves on
(like a graffitti artist
with a can of moonlight in its hand)
... to the next garden.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Moonlight Eyes
Moonlight eyes I see you smile
It lightens up my night
Your smile takes all the fight out of me
Moonlight eyes I hear you cryin
It robs me of my pride
Theres nothing I can hide from moonlight eyes
I got no control
You just roll me like the sea
Oh moonlight eyes
Mooonlight eyes youre grown now
Ill soon be out of touch
Youll lose that innocence
That cost so much
Moonlight eyes youll find your pain
Youll say that Im all wrong
Therell always be a place where you belong
I got no control
You just roll me like the sea
Oh moonlight eyes
Tell your sweet lies only to me, only to me
Moonlight eyes you soothe me
Moonlight eyes youre easy on my soul
Moonlight eyes you are the reason
The meaning in the words
The words to every song Ive ever heard
Paralysed in sweet surprise
Your every wrong is right
One look into your night
Oh moonlight eyes
I got no control
You just roll me like the sea
Oh moonlight eyes
Tell your sweet lies only to me, only to me
Moonlight eyes.
(mccafferty)
(copyright 1980 ciroride limited)
song performed by by Nazareth
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