My Own Pond
Most people say silence is…
Golden…
It is obvious…those people…
Don’t know Flora lamb…
My kind and loving boo…
For with her time truly…
Stands still…
Love Is Golden!
A personal Walden’s pond…
Ones own personal declaration…
Of independence…
A spiritual voyage…
Which travels straight…
To ones creator…
That touching of God’s hand…
A inner feeling of being man…
Time with such a person…
Is surely unreal…
But Flora is the real deal…
I am always pleased…
Teased in a respectful way…
What can I say…
LOVE YOU…Flora Lamb…
Clouds under my feet…
Oh, how neat…
Complete…
AIN’T God sweet….
Whisperkwane
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Lily Of The West
When first I came to louisville, some pleasure there to find
A damsel there from lexington was pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, like arrows pierced my breast
And the name she bore was flora, the lily of the west.
I courted lovely flora some pleasure for to find
But she turned unto another man whose sore distressed my mind
She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me of my rest
Then go, my lovely flora, the lily of the west.
Away down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree
Conversin with my flora there, it seemed so strange to me
And the answer that she gave to him it sore did me oppress
I was betrayed by flora, the lily of the west.
I stepped up my rival, dagger in my hand
I seized him by the collar, and bodly made him stand
Seing mad by desperation I pierced him to the breast
All this for lovely flora, the lily of the west.
I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea
They placed me in the witness box and then commenced on me
Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest
Still I love my faithless flora, the lily of the west.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Sweet Flora
Sweet Flora
Lovers flit from flower to flower
ignoring flora's lusty dower.
So, there she would wait, a lovely sight
wishing for her lover to alight
and spread her seed with April showers.
She watches from her lofty bower
as Spring succumbs to Summer's power.
but sees no messengers in their flight.
As Summer's sun begins to cower
sweet Flora does mourn her endless plight.
She dreams of Autum's belated knight
arriving at the perfect hour
to stroke the nub within her flower
with fluttering wings that can excite
bringing her joy and complete delight.
As Autumn departs without a fight
her lover arrived upon the site
where love did wait and love did scour
for one to bare her lusty dower
His heart was so sad, he felt contrite.
Her lovely petals were once so bright;
body wilted and scent devoured
as he sought natures perfect flower.
But, he was too late to be her knight;
sweet Flora did die from Winter's bite.
©2008 Dawn Slanker
poem by Dawn Slanker
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Personal
Anything you want from me
Ill do
But first
Lets get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Lets get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Personal with you
Were sittin havin dinner at your parents home
Some of the finest food Ive ever known
But I need some sweetness on my tongue
And it aint a type of sugar oh no
So maybe we can go somewhere
Neighbour room girl I dont care
Wheres the bedroom
(its upstairs)
Ill meet you there in a minute
Girl so we can get
Lets get personal (ooh yeah)
Personal (tight baby)
Personal (maybe we can get)
Personal (just a little, just a little bit)
Lets get personal (ooh yay)
Personal (I wanna get personal)
Personal (come on baby, just trust me)
Personal (I wanna get)
Personal with you
Im behind you in your bedroom with your hands against the wall
But keeping one eye on the door
Got your t-shirt and your panties on
Ooh I feel so right, cant be wrong, no
I know you like it when I touch you there
Girl just keep it quiet or theyll hear
Feel the tremblin all down your leg
Id love to head to your bed
So that we can get
Personal
Shhh
Should I take off my clothes (no)
Put the lock on the door
Let go of your deepest inhibitions
Let me fulfil your fantasies girl
Like me touching you there (yeah)
The way that I play with your hair
Emotions running wild until we stop
Yeah
Lets get personal (ooh baby)
Personal (I wanna get personal with you)
Personal (we can do anything you wanna do)
Personal (whoah)
Lets get personal (when you rub and youre close to me)
Personal (feel the fire just like ecstasy)
Personal (girl and the way that youre touching me I want it baby all the time)
Personal
Personal with you
Oh I want to
Make love to you
So lets
Get personal
Let me be
Your fantasy
Youre all
I need oh girl
Lets get personal
Personal (with every little thing you do)
Personal (its like ecstasy baby)
Personal (when Im right when Im back next to you)
Personal (girl I dont give a damn about)
Personal (whos that saw, go downstairs)
Personal (I just wanna get personal baby)
Personal (so bad makes me wanna say)
Oh whoa whoa whoa
It makes me wanna say
Oh whoa whoa whoa
All of my people say
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
song performed by by Craig David
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A Lemon To Ade
Dignity verse the woman...
An un-respect-ful man...
Would love you to be...
Because of that inner woman...
You have...he cannot see...
Hear or evening feel...
His being in 'charge'...
Is his only thrill...
But woman you are real...
A Steal...
And should be stolen...
You are that woman...
The woman which is golden...
So who rides your train...
From you they must be choosen...
Sweet or unsweet...
You are always drinkable...
whisperkwane
swtlamb@yhoo. com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Flora gave me fairest flowers
Flora gave me fairest flowers,
None so fair in Flora's treasure:
These I plac'd on Phillis' bowers,
She was pleas'd, and she my pleasure
Smiling meadows seem to say,
Come ye wantons, here to play.
poem by John Wilbye
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That's Real
What's profound in a relationship
Is pure unadulterated honesty
You love the other person so much
That it hurts.
Or are you so unrelated to who you really are?
That you refuse to be true to the real situation?
But if so that's no consolation
Concerning one's obligation.
Your obligation is to self
Not anyone else.
As humans we were created
(PERFECT) ...what happen?
A woman became a raw toy
For that raw boy,
And meat became cheapen.
As people we see what was saw...
I mean seen,
So the perfect relationship becomes a dream.
You work at that dream...
Like there is no tommorrow...
Picking up and holding on to sorrow.
Crying on the inside with every step
Hoping to get some pep.
Loving who you are...
Makes a big, big sound
When you keep both feet on the ground.
Now that's profound.
whisperkwane
whisperkay@hotma il.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Boeing
I was listening to this female artist last night,
Relate how she was in love,
And a light came on in my head,
Love or sex or Sex and love...Boeing
Which is which...when you say you are in love?
The line must be incredibly thin or invisible.
If you are in love when you want or after having sex?
Then a certain someone whom you've known for years,
Whom you claim love, love as well...
Then what kind of love do we speak of?
You meet someone you have a thrilling, unique encounter
Now you feel it's love.? !
Love is very, very unpredictable...
Where people's feeling are concerned.
The female artist said how she would...
share this love with another just to keep it...boeing!
Is love that unexplored that we can't
Really distinguish it from what we are not feeling?
Do I really love my mother?
Is this love a love shared by our creator?
And if so how can HE/SHE love us as much
As loving a bird or a bee...
Still saying loving them as much as me?
How can I love Lucy as much as or more then Sally?
Is it looks or sex?
It's something and I know not what it is.
The female artist said she would give anything to keep this love
She was singing of...Boeing!
Are there levels of love and if so, what...
Class would one enter to adjust themselves
To be aware of such level’s in his/her own feelings?
It would provocate, that something this well known
Is so unexpected and is causing people high-blood pressure
As well as having one run right off the road.
LOVE!
What is it and why is it?
I've had some very good cherry pie...
Never really loved it...because apple pie is just as good if not better... Boeing...LOVE!
What is it.>?
I see a queen my body moves in many directions.
I am with a queen my hands and my mind never stop moving.
I am without this queen and the same things occur.
Sounds like love to me,
Felt like love to me,
Then muck, the puck,
A duck is a duck…
I never took love 101,
But in my hood we had classes in hood sex on sex
Sex-1...sex-2...sex-3
PH-D's in sex before and after sex.
AA's in sex while having sex with another.
Certificates in plan old 'just love’ Boeing, Boeing, Boeing
But never a class on love and what is(love)
And why it is.
But what the heck...
Whatever it is that makes me feel
I want to be naked and run down the middle of the road...
SMILING...it must be a GOD sent.
whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Flowers
The daisy scatter'd on each mead and down,
A golden tuft within a silver crown;
(Fair fall that dainty flower! and may there be
No shepherd grac'd that doth not honour thee!)
The primrose, when with six leaves gotten grace
Maids as a true-love in their bosoms place;
The spotless lily, by whose pure leaves be
Noted the chaste thoughts of virginity;
Carnations sweet with colour like the fire,
The fit impresas for inflam'd desire;
The harebell for her stainless azur'd hue
Claims to be worn of none but those are true;
The rose, like ready youth, enticing stands,
And would be cropp'd if it might choose the hands,
The yellow kingcup Flora them assign'd
To be the badges of a jealous mind;
The orange-tawny marigold: the night
Hides not her colour from a searching sight....
The columbine in tawny often taken,
Is then ascrib'd to such as are forsaken;
Flora's choice buttons of a russet dye
Is hope even in the depth of misery.
poem by William Browne
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Eat Of This Fruit
Men just think…you've always…
Been close to God…
You are HIS first creation…
The vicegerent…
Over the Garden …now that Garden…
Walks on two legs as you…
Just think of the blessings…
God would bestow upon you…
For respecting, that which HE…
Birth from you…and then gave to you…
Your own Garden of Eden (paradise) …
If you will…you, would have never…
Never abused (paradise) as you have woman…
Which is now your personal Garden…
(Paradise, Eden,) you are to protect, love, honor, and
Cherish Her…
So She may acknowledge good fruit…
Can't you see…THAT She is your…
Blessing of all time…
Wake, walk-up my brother or you will surely…
Die…often…
She is yours to respect and protect no matter what…
Level of life she may live…
God…Left Eden in your control…
My…how the mighty (man) forgets…
How he became so mighty…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Heart of Head
Embarrassment about your love A love you have been warned of. A love you have been denied From birth of this love they lied. This love make you happy You wear it's after glow In this love your life flow. Embarrassment keep you from Reaching your end. Not sharing the who you are within, Let go of the myth, Go for the ring...SING! Put the embarrassment on the Back burner, Be your own life learner. Your soulmate no one knows A soulmate just don't come and go, Most times soulmates are like you But most times you never have a clue. A soulmate of your kind can make you blue? That embarrass soulmate is the deal, The one you deny is the real. Your heart and head have Minds of their own. When you are flying and your Feet are still on the ground, That is your heart, let it pound. When you are in flight... And scared, that gotta be your head. The average person love With his or her head, Wondering way down the road That love is dead. But those who love with both Feet on the ground, They become the host of happiness bound. Love is like sex for the first time You just want to do it... There is no crime. Listen to your heart, be wise For your head have many roads unrevealed.
your friend kwane
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Re-route for Love
It is said that people
Can't make you mad.
that was not said of granddad's.
Children who are lazy or just plain slow
Add fire to anger as they go.
Love prevails most of the time,
Keeping your anger from crime.
Do this! do that!
over and over...
While the children are getting phat,
From food that they never buy
And if you ask them....they ask why?
Makes a grown person want to cry.
Not doing...and they are not shy,
They rush up and out of bed...
Marching right pass what the parent
Has said.
Both hands out...
When either is filled they want to pout.
Then the parent wants to shout...
But the parent,
Remembering no one can make you mad...
Damn! being a real parent is so sad.
Do this! do that!
While they re-act as if they are a slave,
And all the while sending the parent to his or her grave.
They are only... ask to repeat a smalltask...
But inside they wonder why they are asked.
That is when the real parent stands tall
It is not the anger but the love of it all...
God gave us free will
And we know not to kill...
But to chill.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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The Rose Of Flora
On Brady's tower there grows a flower,
It is the loveliest flower that blows,—
At Castle Brady there lives a lady,
(And how I love her no one knows);
Her name is Nora, and the goddess Flora
Presents her with this blooming rose.
'O Lady Nora,' says the goddess Flora,
'I've many a rich and bright parterre;
In Brady's towers there's seven more flowers,
But you're the fairest lady there:
Not all the county, nor Ireland's bounty,
Can projuice a treasure that's half so fair!'
What cheek is redder? sure roses fed her!
Her hair is maregolds, and her eye of blew.
Beneath her eyelid, is like the vi'let,
That darkly glistens with gentle jew!
The lily's nature is not surely whiter
Than Nora's neck is,—and her arrums too.
'Come, gentle Nora,' says the goddess Flora,
My dearest creature, take my advice,
There is a poet, full well you know it,
Who spends his lifetime in heavy sighs,—
Young Redmond Barry, 'tis him you'll marry,
If rhyme and raisin you'd choose likewise.'
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, frisking along;
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, bleating a song;
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, wearing fur-coat,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, looking so bright!
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, eating green grass,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, let me first pass,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, grazing so nice,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, what a surprise!
One of my first Children's Rhymes
poem by John Celes
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In Touch
There a smile on my face…
I dreamt of you in color…
Chocolate on chocolate…
A hyperbole come true…
(to be with you for the rest of my life)
My own chocolate River Nile…
God has gotten personal with me…
Combination/
Sense of vision…Then you…
You put color in my dreams…
(I’ll dream of you forever) …
What is that?
I see much better then before…
I…understand my…mother…
I want to finish school…
I want to…talk with you….
Touching you…mmmm….
Listening to you…read to me…mmmmm….
So sexual my queen…
So sexual my queen…
“We are a world”…We are a world…
Needing help with this up coming test…tonight…
You’ve got some time…(suuuure) …fine…
(See you then) …“Looooove you too“.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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The Genius of Painting
ADDRESSED TO D——M——
The Genius of Painting one summer eve stray'd,
In a moment of leisure, to Flora's bright bower,
Where, scatter'd around, by the hand of the maid,
In the richest profusion, bloom'd many a flower.
“Oh, see,” Flora cried, as the Genius drew nigh,
“What an Eden of beauty is blossoming here!
But yet”—and a tear-drop stood bright in her eye,—
“How soon will its loveliness all disappear!
“Oh Genius! bid them still live in your art,
And my gratitude well shall your kindness repay;
To some favour'd mortal your spirit impart,
And teach him to rescue my flowers from decay.”
Behold I have rear'd, in my favourite bower,
A shrine, and an altar, dear Painting, for you;
And there will I offer each loveliest flower,
As often as morning their sweets shall renew.”
“Many thanks, dearest Flora!” the Genius cried,
“Though many an altar and temple is mine,
That with richer and costlier gifts are supplied,
Yet none of them all shall be dearer than thine.
“I will gift with my spirit whoever you will,
Yet choose not, dear Flora, the renegade man;
For the ingrate from you will be wandering still,
O'er fields more extended and varied to scan.”
At this instant, a maiden drew near to the bower,
And Flora's own fondness beam'd soft from her eye,
As with rapture she hung o'er each beautiful flower,
Or heaved o'er the dying a tremulous sigh.
Flora turn'd on the Genius a smile of delight—
“There, Painting,” she cried, “is my favourite maid!
Infuse in her bosom your genius bright,
And soon shall your altar be richly array'd.”
“On that maid, then,” said he, “shall my spirit descend,
A bright, and unfading, and beautiful gem;
The young favourite of Flora my shrine shall attend,
And the priestess of painting shall still be D. M.”
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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Cathartic Was
Never had a love like this in my life…
Bullied…and loved it…
It was irritating to give in to give in…
But I loved…it…
Making that transition from sad to bad…
My bitter-sweet real-life…
My chocolate dip…
My life's sip…
Was really a trip…
Then it hit me…I..AM…WOMAN…
Wise, Original Mirrored, Altruistic and…
NECESSARY…
Never had a love like this in my life…
Relieving anxiety …tension…I… was repressed…
Most of the time…NO! …more tunnel vision…
Myself has made the decision…
My foreground touches me all over…
My mind boils with newness…
Of the me…who always was…
My subconscious cries out…
BECOME your own winner of democracy…
Turning to man for such…A Simple Pleasure…
When I…When I am… my own person…
FREEDOM…within.
Whisperkwane@gm ail.com
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Dogtime
In all honesty I don’t get along with many people
Especially those who measure time in dog years
Or those who name their cats after cartoon characters
I try to avoid without conflict people who are constantly happy
Because I’m not and I don’t wish to spoil my good mood
I don’t like to eat out in restaurants because most don’t serve lamb
And I like lamb, tender young lamb, with mint jelly
You go into an eatery and ask for lamb and you could be arrested
In all honesty I get pissed off when someone rings my doorbell
Because I know it is a Jehovah witness trying to convert me
And I was converted when I was eleven by a prostitute with an STD
I like war and I don’t say that just to be controversial
I prefer peace but without war there would be no peace
People get bored with peace and they start measuring time in dog years
And before you know it in the blink of an eye everything is old
Even peace…
In all honesty I don’t get along with many people
But old hound dogs and exotic birds seem to love me
2007 © T Sheridan
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Venture Out
To be in love twice for the first time…
Talk about a personal flight…
That second love is about emotions…
That first love was so confusing…
Full of wonderful things you felt …
And could not understand nor explain…
But that second time around… even…
If you are with your first love…
That energy of emotion you understand…
It's like (love) but it's not love…
It is more like something you desire…
All of your life, for you, just for you…
Now that opportunity has come…
That hidden inner emotion, waking up…
You proceed with precaution…
This is a line you've never crossed…
As a matter of fact, never…
Like (love) you are a bit confused…
It's like love in a matter of speaking…
The feelings, the inner thoughts…
You, smile to yourself…
Realizing…wow…this…is…wonderful…
An emotional kind of love…
I have this chance…to venture out…
But deep down inside…you know…
It is only that deep down… strong emotion…
Of wanting…like that first pair of skates…
Or that first car…
You know… the drive it has…
You must…stop it now…
Give up that want…
No matter how great and tempting…
The moment of true has arise…
Hold on… or break free…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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I Know HE Knows
Some days you just yell...
Out...
To God...
Hold me...just hold me...
Tears flowing from your heart...
Eyes filled with wonder...
God is real...real!
And you know it...
So you cannot quit...
Because of it...
No matter what...
God is on the scene...
Loving and caringly there...
And you know that...
You do...
And yet...some how...
You doubt...and pout...
Inners shouting...Real, Real, Real...
God heals...even on a slow...day
whisperkwane
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No Time Like...
Loneliness from the lack…
Of love…
Feels like you can’t breath…
Some kind of a freeze…
Locking your knees…
Love me, love me, please…
Part of a family I must be…
That is the real key…
See…1,2,3...
Love is a power true…
Coming from one who is you…
Let your hair down…
Stop the frowns…
Stop the clowning around…
Be wise…
Treat your family right…
They all have a different sight…
But…that’s a might…
Don’t take it lightly…
Love is true blue…
Stay on your *p’s and q’s…
Don’t get used…
For an excuse…to band!
Keep family close at hand…
*unknown/but may mean “ to be attentive to the main chance”
whisperkwane
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