Woven Little Mouths Many
You emerge
from the bath
reaching for the
towel, soft, obeying
daily habit, wipes you dry,
each cleft, the pit of my
longing rubbed without
caution.
I am caught up in this
vision without glasses
squinting for what is
real or not though you
are faced to mine as I
obediently move my
shaking hand to your
belly, the scar there,
edges still hot
to the touch.
Much there is I will
make of this moment,
drying your back as I
have daily done - once
began the rite
first night, gathering
now the last one
o when
the towel easily un-
folded, drank
woven
little mouths many
deeply
into what
has become
natural in me
with the wiping.
In this
I am become
free now of
thinking intent
to this my task
to last, this minute
or two, to linger,
each is
become a touch
this one.
and this,
without
decimals.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Are You Hungry? A Poem For Departure
for Karthik, departing
'Who has twisted us like this, so that -
no matter what we do - we have the bearing
of a man going away...so we live,
forever saying farewell.' - Rainer Maria Rilke
out of hearing
the last sense
to go
sing to me now
before ears take
leave and I shall
have no more need
for words, sounds,
even these my sighs
heard as I hear you
dropp the soap in
the bath
I imagine you bending
vague in the steam to
find the bar by scent
as you wash away
your own which has
so compelled me
again and again
(so gladly the
little deaths)
Cleave to this
I say aloud
though you may
not hear my plea
in there
from where I sit
bent doubly-over
multiplied with grief
for leaving all this
assumed presence
chalked now upon
crumbling slate
I am caught up in this
vision without glasses
squinting for what is
real or not though you
are faced to mine as I
obediently move my
shaking hand to your
belly, the scar there,
edges still hot
to the touch
Much there is I will
make of this moment,
drying your back as I
have daily done -
once
began the rite
first night
gathering now
the last
o when
the towel easily un-
folded, drank
woven
little mouths many
deeply
into what
has become
natural in me
with the wiping
In this
I am become
free now of
thinking intent
to this my task
to last, this minute
or two, to linger,
each is
become a touch
this one
and this
I am right now to speak
of this, retrieving the soap
which clings one strand
your hair tangled there,
a cypher I read
with joy grown
long into cleaner
disorder
a leaf upon the
bathroom floor
blown in through
the night window
random now
for discovery
a gift
I bring it to
you calling to
me from the
bedroom
as you pack
fumbled upon
the unmade
bed,
'Are you hungry? '
poem by Warren Falcon
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Anne and the Boys's Bath Night
It was the boys' bath night
and you had bathed
and were drying yourself
with the white towel
they had given you
when the bathroom door flew open
and Anne stood there one-legged
in her pink flowered nightdress
perching on her crutches like a hawk
her eyes bright and dark
a smile lingering on her lips
well bugger me
she said
what a sight
for a girl's lovesick eyes
and she entered the bathroom
and pushed the door shut
behind her with her bottom
almost uncrutching herself
in the process
you pulled the towel
tight around you
and stared at her
it's the boys' bath night
you muttered
girls aren't allowed in
while boys bath
she moved over
to the mirror
and gazed at herself
you're right
she said
I'm not a boy
I'm a tight titted girl
and she laughed
and crutched herself
over towards you
making you flatten yourself
against the wall
gripping the towel with one hand
and holding her back
with the other
and she leaned down
and kiss the back of your hand
then looked you deep in the eyes
what have you got hidden
behind that towelling skirt then?
she said
and you gripped the towel tighter
with both hands
and she menacingly moved
one hand cautiously towards the towel
her armpits gripping
the crutches tightly
as she moved
you shouldn't be in here
you said
I'm not in there yet
she laughed and grabbed
the towel away with a force
that took her and the towel
toppling to the bathroom floor
where she lay
like an overturned beetle
you stood naked
your hands covering
what your father
called your toolbox
gazing down at her struggling
to get up
well don't just stand there
like a prize parrot
help pick me up
she said
and so with one hand covering
you knelt down to help lift her up
but then she pulled you
down beside her
and laughed
and her laughter echoed
around the walls
but then she paused
and put a hand
over her mouth
hearing Sister Bridget's
nearby footsteps
and noisy calls.
poem by Terry Collett
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My Daily Ritual
On waking and rising
First foot to touch the floor
Thank you thank you thank you
Second foot to touch the floor
Thank you thank you thank you
Such is my daily ritual
in respect, adoration and honor
of my creator
Without daily thanks
we cannot move forward
we will remain as we are
Without daily thanks
we cannot appreciate
what we are or who we can become
Without understanding this fact
we remain trapped in our own
limiting abilities
Gratitude can set us free
poem by Janice M Pickett
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A Womans Touch
(toby keith/wayne perry)
Lately Ive been lookin through the windows of my soul
And I can see theres not much left to hold
Just an empty space surrounded by the pieces of
A badly broken heart thats forgotten how to love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
When I look in the mirror, the only thing I see
Are traces of the man I used to be
Late at night I hear it, it cannot be denied
A lonely voice is crying out from somewhere deep inside
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
Yeah, its rough and ragged edges
Sure could sure some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
What my poor heart needs is a womans touch
A womans touch
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Waking
ABOVE us hangs the jewelled night;
And how her restful cool caresses
Make us forget the weary sight
Of summer’s daily wildernesses!
O aching toil and hope deferred,
The night has made a promise to me;
She whispered, and a wonder stirred,
And still the joy is thrilling through me.
Smooth water, shadow deeply still,
I dare not move, you wait unsleeping
—You share the breathless hopes that fill
The watch my longing soul is keeping.
A fish is leaping in the bay;
The shafts of yellow light are shaking.
O glorious night and happy day,
Beneath my silent heart she’s waking.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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I Cant Hold Back
Theres a story in my eyes
Turn the pages of desire
Now its time to trade those dreams
For the rush of passions fire
I can feel you tremble when we touch
And I feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
Ive been holding back the night
Ive been searching for a clue from you
Im gonna try with all my might
To make this story line come true
Can ya feel me tremble when we touch
Can ya feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
This love affair cant wait
*i cant hold back, Im on the edge
(I cant hold back)
You voice explodes inside my head
I cant hold back, I wont back down
Girl its too late to turn back now*
Another shooting star goes by
And in the night the silence speaks to you and i
And now the time has come at last
Dont let the moment run too fast
I can feel you tremble when we touch
And I feel the hand of fate reaching out to both of us
Theres a story in my eyes, turn the pages of desire
Now its time to trade those dreams
For the rush of passions fire
( * repeat)
song performed by by Survivor
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The Mirror
I exist in the 'day to day'
watching the wind play
with the trees
sway
Looking out the window
I stand naked and wet
water dripping from
sanitized skin
This is surely a new day
But it began like any
all the same
vigorously drying
with a unclean towel
I wear the uniform
greased stained
As I prepare for
a twenty first century shift
I take a moment to glare
at this reflection
Many times I have done this
Taken this moment
for a personal stare
I smile
I frown
I make silly faces
I practice expression
in my facial lair
I begin my days like this
I begin my days with me
and only me
One day
this routine will cease
I will be old
decaying
reaching the last physical days
of my body's lease
And when death comes knocking
I will still be with my mirror
executing a planned attempt
at 'My life flashing
before my eyes.'
All I will see is my face
which stares
Smiling
O, how my life
was spent through
a mirror
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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Getting Closer
Written: stock aitken waterman
1:
You caught my eye
Im looking at you baby
The way you let your body move me
You look so fine
Come a little closer
I know that we can do it
I feel that we can make it
I feel you getting closer
Minute by minute by minute
Ohh-ohh
Chorus:
Day by day and night by night
I feel you getting closer
Bit by bit and move by move
I feel you getting closer
Minute by minute (by minute)
2:
If you were mine
Id never want another
cause youre doing something to me
If it takes all night
For us to be together
Youre love is worth the waiting
I feel it growing stronger
I feel know its getting closer
Minute by minute
Ohh-ohh
Chorus:
(x 2)
Break:
Chorus:
(repeat & fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Move Along
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone sins
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along
So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
[x3]
(Move along)
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along
song performed by by All American Rejects
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Touch And Go
In a room full of silver shadows
A customary kiss goodnight
And it slips through your tightened shoulders
It reaches your heart and dies
And the sadness is bound to kill me
But I'm too far away to care
And I'd just like to know if you will
Oh could I even get there
Oh
Back to the touch and go
When not a soul could know
When your lovin' was slow
We lived every night for the touch and go
Now there's no one in the night to blame you
No one in your glasses of wine
I never won I only tamed you
Foolishly I called you mine
And your pacing in your cage every morning
And you rattle your chains every night
And you stare past the bars never knowing
With nothing left to put up a fight
Oh
Then we would touch and go
When not a soul could know
Oh your lovin' was slow
And we lived every night for the touch
Oh I remember
The touch and go
When not a soul could know
Oh your lovin' was slow
We lived every night for the touch and go
Are you still breathing
Tonight the scent is in the city
Tonight it's on the radio
Tonight I'll leave the key beside the door
Tonight I'm gonna touch and go
Touch and go
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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The Touch Of
The Touch of Your Kiss
A Touch of Your Hand
The touch of your Soft Hair
A Touch of Your Beautiful Eyes
The feel of your hair touching My Face
The Sweet smell of rain that touches Your Soul
A soft touch of a babies skin
Touch of our hearts since we met
The Touch of your smile
A Touch of your love is all I Really Need.
By Charles Kuehnle AkA xxwhitestallionx
poem by Charles Kuehnle
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Glass Rose
a glass rose
with broken edges,
sits alone on the table
in an empty room...
sunlight stolen
from crusted shades,
glints on the petals;
the raw edges shimmer,
almost to touch!
gathering dust,
frozen by time....
a glass rose....
almost to touch!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Time To Make You Mine (In My Dreams Mix)
Time to make you mine --- Lisa Stansfield
Written by Stansfield/Devaney/Morris
>From the album "Real Love"
Only in my dreams
I've seen the way it's gonna be
I've waited for this moment
the moment when we shared ourselves
this moment can't be thought about
It has to be felt
We're closer to each other
closer than we've ever been
Seeing things things we've never seen before
I've dreamed your fingers touch me a thousand thime
Dreamed the warm skin of your body burning next to mine
Kissed you sugar lips, carressed your hips
Now we're together baby now it's time..
time to make you mine
time to make you mine
The sweet anticipation of hands I know with touch me soon
Two fascination shadows move in time
Spoken..
I know what it's gonna be
me and you you and me
I thought that it would never be
I only knew it in my dreams
Even though you're here with me
I never thought I'd feel such ecstasy
We're closer to each other
Closer than we've ever been
Seeing things things we've never seen before
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Globe in Darkness
Almost round, outlined in blue
Too lonely to be understood
Intimate to her tenants' touch
The globe in space is effortless.
A bulb of light for the dim expanse
Rotating, hovering in grace
Her dance a step unknown to those
Who claw and scar her surfaces.
Scientists of restrictive laws
Know that life and sustenance
Flow only from her hidden core
To which all worshippers are called.
I touch her grass and trees with care
From her I learn that all I am
Will grow and eat and age and die
On earth and waters she provides.
The globe rotates her deserts of time
Where human life and love began
The oceans churn and come to rest
Where they meet the open sky.
Seabirds cry their panic notes
Coastal creatures seek the hills
While in a quiet island bower
A bee stabs at the buttercups.
By Pooh stickers and alphabets
A child spins her globe around:
'Daddy, I want to see Africa.
Can you take me there again? '
Enclosed in remnants of the woods
Spirit guardians recall
Her most intricate fish and beasts
The stories loved by childish hearts.
Her king of beasts known to be wise
But when wisdom is not his prize
Her soil that yields his daily bread
Is stained with red, his daily blood.
Saplings nursed in netting shade
Are planted stem by stem with care
In a yearly rite, on Sahelian hills
After the falling of the rain.
Semi-lit against the dark
With purpose through its daily work
A tiny brush restores the glow
To fading faces of the globe.
poem by Frank Bana
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At crack of dawn...! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Through chinks in roman blinds, I wake and see
Its dawn, stretch out my hand for the remote;
Switch off air conditioner, jarring sound
Drowned the musical notes of flitting birds,
And the song of first pre monsoon showers
All summer, I had waited and longed to hear.
Languorously inhaled the soft fragrance
Of the now wet earth, that stirred up per chance
A longing for you; just then mobile rings,
I laughed out loud and said, great timing!
Perplexed, you asked, tell me, what I did now.
Oh, you just caught me red handed, somehow…
After a shower, hair wrapped in a towel,
Stepped into the kitchen, to make waffles.
Your parting shot, woman- a mystery
Tickled, I quite relished my coquetry.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Childhood - 3
Give me back the moment
while nothing was impossible to me
give me back the moment
while i was kissed by all guys
Give me back the moment
when Mom lull to make me asleep
i cannot forget the moment
when i stole spoons of sugar from kitchen
i can not forgo the moment
flying kite to touch the sky
Can I forget when I gazed at the stars
at their twinkling light
when i gazed at the moon
thinking to be a silver dish on the sky
while i was thinking
a deep valley at the end of earth
Give me back my childhood
when i was thinking to fly
like a butterfly.
When i was trying to understand
the language of birds and crow
i weep over the crow
when snatched biscuits from my hand
My childhood was a splendid moment
when the lap of my mother
was more than any heavenly bed
My childhood was the out give of my life
poem by Ramesh Rai
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I Just Want To Touch You
Theres a flame in the back of my mind
And its burning for you all the time
cause I just want to touch you
Do you want to touch me too?
Now I know that youve heard this before
But with me it could mean something more
And I just want to touch you
Do you want to touch me too?
Everybody says were too young
But I know all the things that they just cant see
I just want to get inside you
If youll give just a minute to me (ooooh).
So Ive said everything that I can
And Im hoping that youll understand
That I just want to touch you
And you want to touch me too.
song performed by by Utopia
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Up Above The Daily Hum
Wondering at the scope of my experience
Cautious so not to be cold
Caught up in the comfort of what I once was
Lost in all the brand new possibility
Oh to be
In the middle
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
When is this all over
When does the next one begin
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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If You Keep The Need Believed
Don't linger to wish for those dreams,
Too long.
Give them a moment or two...
Then begin to make them true.
Escapades seldom come to stay.
Fade they do...
And drift away.
What is wished can come true,
If you keep the need believed.
Don't linger to wish for those dreams,
Too long.
Give them a moment or two...
Then begin to make them true.
Make it your promise,
You will remain honest...
With yourself,
And...
Chase every doubt away,
To places you don't go to visit.
Don't linger to wish for those dreams,
Too long.
Give them a moment or two...
Then begin to make them true.
It may seem impossible at first.
But you must keep your thirst,
Real and certain.
And if you do...
Those dreams you feel,
Will come to touch you too.
If,
You keep the need believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Touch Of Your Lips
When troubles get me, cares beset me,
And wont let me go.
I turn to you for consolation.
There I find new peace of mind;
To leave behind my woe,
I turn to you as I shall always do.
The touch of your lips upon my brow,
Your lips that are cool and sweet,
Such tenderness lies in their soft caress,
My heart forgets to beat.
*The touch of your hands upon my head,
The love in your eyes a-shine,
And now, at last, the moment divine,
The touch of your lips on mine.
(Instrumental interlude and pick up at *.)
*The touch of your hands upon my head,
The love in your eyes a-shine,
And now, at last, the moment divine,
The touch of your lips on mine.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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