Basking In Your Glory
Memories beautiful haunt my every appetite I quiver
Yet so misty colored to the tracks of ones own tears
Shallow pictures painted on fainted walls of melancholy days of raptures sweet
Essence yet so bitter taste of fulfillment yet obtained once on distant shores I crave
Lonelier days spent nights clutching my pillow tight yearning for the heat that ignites passion's flair
Thoughts dancing in shadowy places dwelling on such curves you possess
Dreaming of moments together forever I cannot slumber
Like dandelions floating on air in the breeze sets my mind at ease
Yearning, craving, wanting your touch that chills to the depth of my soul
I cry out in desperation for tenderly I sway to the music that wont satisfies my desires
Only for that one moment savored carries me away to paradise longing
Expressive verses causes membranes to thirst with utter indulgences
Absence of barriers no longer define where you begin and I end
Melting into oneness the flames engulfs as penetration of sovereign canyons calling
Sweat runs down nether rejoins comforted by tongues entwined
Buildup aspirations released in an eruption while toes curled violently
To lay down finally achieved at rest while in your arms peace sought now found at last
Precious heaven for that one instant consumed basking in your glory I pray
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Precious Moments
Looking across the timeless ebbies
that stretches as far as our lives have travelled
searching for precious moments
that were left behind
and now lie hidden in our memories.
Those times when life propelled itself
in spurts of our endeavours,
but always left some precious moments
behind out of our lives.
Like Icarus, we flew too high
for our own self-importance
leaving behind a yearning
for something we had,
but foolishly left so far behind.
Now to relive them
we search the four corners
and hidden crevices of our memory
where broken loves fell.
We want again to dream
of those days of our splendour
and our mistakes in love
that has left a forever yearning
for the things we will never have.
The precious moments that lay scattered
somewhere in the hidden corners
of our distant memories
near the seas of tranquillity.
20 September 2011
poem by David Harris
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My Needs Are Yours
My needs are yours.
Although our desires,
May be on separate shores.
When you crave and hunger,
For a life to satisfy your appetite.
I too am there...
With an unquenching thirst.
Hoping that a nourishment,
For us delights.
Never from us to slowly desert,
Or without a moment's notice...
Instantly abandons!
With a sudden flight disliked.
My needs are yours.
Although our desires,
May be on separate shores.
I taste with you in my thoughts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'Need a kiss
Sunday is a holiday then we are going to that place.
That silent place full of silence, we are there standing,
we saw the so many coloured greenish leaves big trees.
so many birds, and butterflies decorating the blue sky
Then a butterfly dancing in the sky.
Together we Keep a released longing.
sitting near in the shallow river.
We see fishes in the depth so calm
We look up at the rainbow in the sky.
So many days you have never kiss me.
I'need a kiss, here in the silent place near in the river.
Trees, butterflies, fishes, please we are given a chance.to make a perfect kisses.
Here in the silent place.
My lips are longing after so many days you have never kiss me.
See my eyes, do you know my yearning?
Oh love***kiss me softly now*
everything will be quiet.
Just you and me enjoyed***kiss***
then my heart full of desire, you will know everything.
Your kiss fly with me.
Your kiss will stun me.
Your kiss will softly me soft.
Your kiss is sweet hearted.
Your kiss is a pray.
Your kiss is wanted
your kiss so bright
your kiss is everything.
Our Last Farewell
It's a rainy day in Glasgow
And I'm looking out the window here
Into your tears of sadness
When the curtain fell between us
In The Sheuchan Arms I saw you
Grey blue flames alive in gentle eyes
And saw us in the distance
In the war of lips and sighing
(chorus)
Our dancing days were over then
And our lips would never touch again
Irene, you'll never hold me like
You did through all those long gone nights
Through that autumn breathless whispers
flared between us in the gloamin' heat
My back against that jagged fence
As your neighbours passed us in the street
Now the chords of Southern Man crash
Through the bars of time to thoughts of you
So close upon the teeming floor
As we danced through fire at the Port
(chorus)
Our dancing days are over then
And our lips can never touch again
Irene, I'll never hold you like
I did through all those long gone nights
But confusing times brought changes
Blown in on the freezing new year's breeze
And streaming tears, our last farewell
By the red brick wall where young love fell
I'm so glad true love found you dear
Although life had cost you, as it does,
But I remember fondly still
Those flames and sighs when we were young
Whether Or Not The Deed Witnessed Is Meant
If there is anything one will recognize,
Once they have made up their mind...
With a sacrificing devoted and done to succeed.
There will be those not understanding this drive...
Thriving to accomplish with a yearning inside.
And energized as a bright independent light,
Felt by that one who 'sees'.
With a doing that satisfies one's craving and appetite.
And more opposing will come forward to express,
Their discouragement to depress one with disrespect.
Whether or not the deed witnessed is meant.
To test for the rest of one's life...
When that path one is on feels perfectly right.
And if one can continue through a host of obstacles,
Thrown to discourage until tears flow...
What becomes achieved will more than please the doer
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stay Here Forever
Stay Here Forever
Date: November 18,2012
I will remember you in soft pink dreams
Savoring you like honey; sweet, warm flavors on my tongue
And I'll taste the fullness of your fiery lips melting on mine
To the depths of my soul, I'll thrill to the songs of your feathered touch
And with each midnight turning, I'll lay twisting, yearning
Trembling as you steal my breath to keep as your own
Never leave me, my love…to battle the nights alone
Never, ever cease to spread your wings
To shield me from life's cruel clutch
Live! Scream your songs forever into my consciousness, my memories
For if you fade, I will cease to breathe
If you turn your eyes away, my essence will fail to be
I will relive you in my heart, my darling, my dancing ember
As you rage in me, a sea of flame scorching my soul
So lustful is your whispered intent, my love, so wanton your hunger
I listen, stone silent, straining to hear the urgent call of your desires
For I long for the perfect rhythm of your fevered sighs
Rewinding in slow sweet agony, the precious heat of your flesh on mine
Never turn from me, never my love, never
Do not break the bond that holds my heart in chains
For you are the key, the makings of my weakness, my fire
And I will perish in cold oblivion without your favor
Never leave me stranded, to shiver in the desert of dark despair
Stay with me forever, stay here…forever captured in my heart.
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Copyright © 2012 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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By Any Other Name
BY ANY OTHER NAME
Written by Elizabeth Marie and Wilfred Mellers
Tangled in a mess I've made
It was I being timid and quit afraid
No longer do I want to run nor neither flee
In your arms is where I truly want to be
My love, my heart, and my very soul
With you I’ve lost all sense of self-control
Lay me down and hear the sighs I cry
Now you can touch my cherry pie
White silk sheets and passion sweet
Gently caressing and rubbing my feet
Leaning forward to taste your loving lips
Feelings so great the sun it eclipse
Yearning I am to kiss your face
Implanted I am in your loving embrace
Your essence I want to desperately taste
Unbound the buckle hands now release posthaste
Gazing in your eyes drifted I ever deeply
Breathing heavier sounds I make ever sweetly
Bodies entwined as friction climaxes
Opened my peach as the thighs relaxes
Tongue gently passing on pink breasts
The flower moistens to loves conquests
All desires eagerly set a flame to the greatest attention
Love’s fire blazing no longer I seeking affirmation
Dom Perignon sipped from her glass
Ferns ornate lips tenderly to pass
Dragon rises from a restless slumber
In pastel garden the serpent places chocolate member
Warmth and tingles travel throughout my torso
A shivering chill goes down to my elbow
Elastic juices flow like fine Bordeaux
Your love on me you now bestow
I want stop, scream, and shout
In your arms again to dwell no doubt
I close my eyes and dream of you
Never had a love so tender, so true
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Waiting For You
Waiting For You
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Friday, August 27,2010, @ 8: 50: 43 AM
In my days of solitude for melancholy interludes so rude
Imaginings once thought everlasting are now shades of grays for happier days
Thoughts once shared have now all disappeared
Hollowed now are memories from distant countries
Wavering in my mind of happier times so kind
Solis seeking words no longer speaking
These words in the vernacular once spectacular
Saying my goodbyes as my dreams dies
Joys once bountiful to love so beautiful
Filled with anger as days grow longer
My heart beats from stress while working with less
Yet still trying my best without rest
What more can I say to you for respect long overdue
My heart won’t divest beating loudly in my chest
Seldom can I unwind for memories set in rewind
Life so unkind for that’s how it’s designed
Yellow walls now confined and the sun no longer shined
For the heart is blind and wont leave you behind
How long will it last as all hope fades fast
All roads incline from letters I no longer sign
Is it true that I still love you?
For you I’m dumbfound for my life ends when you’re not around
Days go on forever for these ties wont sever
I’m so lost without you and I don’t know what to do
These days I hate and only serve’s to frustrate
Searching for an updat so I wait
Ideas I review for hopes I try to rescue
Standing in a cue for life I renew
This line should I pursue a new?
Waiting for a breakthrough I make-do
Abused and always standing accused
It will only end and I will ascend when I’m in your arms again
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Before The End
dark days r ahead the light has left my soul in my eyes i see everything reality bouncing around me dimensions being swallowed whole fallin towards the deepest darkest black hole whole stars being consumed into the very bleakness of nothing ness everthing that was once is now reduced to a former memory of it self my memories of u will always be held tight to me the flames of hell and the heavens
themselves being consumed by everything that was nothing forever lonliness after all is over nothing left but the great darkness that takes over everything and anything nothing and no one is left but the emptiness i know ill always treasure ur memory ur smile b4 i fade away the end i could only ask for myself and no one esle with that id go and pay for everyone esle for i wouldnt want anyone esle to suffer this horrible fate least of all you for u mean everything to me until my last moments i call ur name i close my eyes and picture ur beautiful face and then im gone for good but least i faded with sweet sweet thoughts of the one ill always treasure until the end itself.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Autumn evenings
The crunch from a carpet of leaves,
Haunts steps while canopied by trees,
A refreshing easterly breeze,
Gently wisping up memories,
As chills strive to sink their way in,
Thoughts turn to the warmth that's waiting,
Days where the sun has reign have been,
Now on we see darkness growing,
In those dying moments of day,
We'll pray to in the moment stay,
Breathing nature's scents of decay,
Woolen garments keeps cold at bay,
Regrets not coupled with what's been,
While caught up in what is passing,
Though these days may warm one within,
A fire shall begin beckoning.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Begin the Ending of My Dreary Evenings
Everyday it seems to me,
I am craving a need.
And suffering from a desire,
To heat it up...
And slowly feed.
Yes...
I'll confess it.
I am feeling like a kid,
From a much earlier time.
Have I reached some 'peak'?
And a wilting soon begins?
Is this the 'pausing' I've heard so much about?
It is a yearning that burns churning...
With what I can not identify.
It is just not the lust of sex.
It's something coming from someone,
Wanting to be near.
To be with me in comfort and rest.
Every day,
I crave this need.
Inside of me heating.
And everyday...
This gets a bit more acceptably 'weird'.
And undeniably...
A whole lot stranger.
With the weather and relationships.
Abusive are the people.
And they seem to enjoy,
Every last bit of it!
And more of them are classified as normal.
And I feel like I am the one who has gotten sick.
What's up with this...
Everyday!
Putting me in between bliss and mischief.
OH...
It is a yearning that burns churning,
With what?
I can not identify it.
It is just not the lust of sex.
And yet..
Sex it is!
Coming from someone,
Wanting to be near.
In comfort and rest...
After pleasuring our nakedness,
Every day!
I crave this need.
But,
From who?
If I knew I was doing it...
It would be stopped.
And once I had props,
To handle my own business!
And those who know about this...
Can attest I'm not lieing.
But of late...
I've been lieing low,
With 'hold-me-close' desires.
Everyday it seems to me,
I am craving a need.
And suffering from a desire,
To heat it up...
And slowly feed.
Someone out there is preparing me.
For a tongue lashing, lip licking kissing barrage.
And this teasing gives me a lift.
Who is this?
I wonder.
Someone who can just sit and invade my emotions.
And not be close enough to be touched,
By my fingertips and held in my grip...
Until I am ready to pop my nectar.
Could this be unconditional love?
And I am turning it into a miraging fit...
To please my fantasies of it!
Everyday?
To let my passions flow away,
With hopes they will be caught...
And brought back.
Packaged in a graceful carriage.
Zip poppin' hot...
And locked into a chemistry with me.
To begin the ending of my dreary evenings.
And passages like this one I have time to write!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life My Spring
I smile from ear to ear my dear spring. You make me want to write naughty things. I better behave but I feel I must for you are now my passion. Seldom felt such feelings of rapture. In your arms I belong for now and ever after. Sovereign princess and queen of all things for life’s new blood you bring to so far a field this gentleman calling. I your noble dark knight and you my lady fair to the dragon’s keep I shall ever more rescue you from the clinches of perils old and new.
Never fear for I see the stars in your eyes that make me smile and filled me with contentment. You are a beautiful soul that lit the fires which makes the flames burn as the Sun kneels down at your feet and kiss the other stars.
I can kiss you from head to toe while I stop in the middle to linger awhile and nibble till senses explode in ecstasy. Toes tasted none wasted as spring coos with joyful delight. Kitty cat licked as if I the child engulfing a lollipop for the first time.
Hearing the call of the wild the soldier stands firmly waiting bonding between fertile soils Phallic member covered by skin of pink as warm as a quilt blanket on a cold winter's night.
Friction causes heat to rise and fall as I give spring my all for a night of true intimacy. Sweat runs down my back and spring’s lips quivers from the body’s motion in synchronization. Rhythm moves to the beat as circular motions to twist and turn to make fires burn intensely.
A ferocious flame consumes the bed as bodies entwined as I find spring deeply moving. I roar as the lion do to mark territorial grounds on secret shores once more. Warding off all other suitors while backs arched as pink walls penetrated. “Yes! ” Spring cries as she closes her eyes for moments never achieved extremely.
The lion roars and the jungle trembles. The room spins and heads become dazed. A warm sensation comes over as teeth clinched for romance release its fury. I look deeply into spring’s eyes and I see God and no other likewise. Spring moves me like none before and ever since I adore her. Comforted by spring we snuggle while passion comes to its natural conclusion. As the morning rises I still see the stars in her eyes for neither feelings lost or regrets do I. Treasured the time I knew for all the things you do. The sky is no longer the limit for I have reached heaven still on earth.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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That Beautiful Somewhere...
That beautiful somewhere
Wherever you are
Those faraway places from here
In the days afar
That beautiful dream
In the distant from all
In a flowing stream
Those sometimes call
In dreams that come true
When days are in real
As memories we renew
With each our own feel
Days that once were blue
In aspects and appeal
Coming here again thru
With our thoughts surreal
That beautiful somewhere
Its touch and its flow
Those in far-away from nowhere
Those come here and go
Their magical spots
In evening of gold
Those beautiful plots
Those at times unfold
That beautiful somewhere
Wherever you are
Those faraway places from here
In the days afar
That beautiful of nowhere
In my heart and yours
Giving all its beauty to share
And life adores
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Sinistrous
Taunting them who taunted then,
In ways that begin to haunt their peace.
Them who taunted then in fun...
Finds this taunting consumes until done!
An unrest occurs.
For no apparent reason!
It seems at first.
Jolting guilt and memories.
Pleas increase,
To be released from sinistrous deeds.
Believing years has erased innocence.
When evil intended was incensed.
But an aging sensitivity,
Grabs hold and does not ease.
A payback is shown for these misdeeds.
They are not pleased,
With sleepless nights that visit!
Hollow prayers and rituals,
Enhance past activities.
They try but can not break away...
From playful days that brought others grief,
With no relief.
These sleepless nights with nightmares come.
As they wonder 'why' and 'how' this has begun.
And 'who' and 'what'...
With them has this 'fun'!
Offering no escape at all to run!
'What a bummer! '
Taunting them who taunted then,
In ways that begin to haunt their peace.
Them who taunted then in fun...
Finds this taunting consumes until done!
And the ministry of these sinistrous deeds...
Satisfies those once victimized!
With a sadistic kind of glee!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heart and Soul
You are my heart and soul,
music playing in my mind,
the rythem of rock and roll,
we dance together as one kind.
melting into each other,
the others body we discover.
Music and dance
a ritual of romance,
hearts beating entwined,
thoughts of you in mind.
the tender touch of hands
like the caress of falling sand.
Of us,
the heat,
wash over like waves,
the music, its beat,
Our hips joined, sway.
in dance, through the day.
RG/NB
poem by Robert Green
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How Sweet Love Is
To meet her and instantly be in her arms.
Holding her kissing her feeling her presence.
Is passionate romantic stuff Hollywood movies sell on.
Within minutes to be stripping naked
while still holding touching kissing
tripping on magic of precious moments;
finally in your lovers arms after five days absence;
is the great joy of a true compassionate love.
The taste of your lovers lips
the feel of her soft skin
the caressing of her soft golden hair;
as you run your fingers softly through;
the embrace of her warm naked body
all contribute to the magic of this
the first magic moments of our meeting
the eager anticipated heat of our greeting;
our souls and our bodies are ever seeking;
the way back to our partners heat and presence.
Oh our sweet our love is.
Oh our sweet our heat is.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Beguild Easter Princess
Bronzed skin glows from origins east
Delectable buttercup for the eyes to feast
Torques blue through mystical sapphire
As gentle as lamb greatness you inspire
Memorable moments the stage you set
Tantalizing curves down my back runs a cold sweat
Gentle hips sway so magically to please
Dainty movements sets my mind at ease
More than just eye candy your are
Blessed being and the making of a star
Blossoming flower setting the stage on fire
You’ve have become every mans wildest desire
Beautifully fashioned yet never putting it out there
The drunk holds on tightly to his armchair
To everyone’s delight all faces now aglow
The stage is yours to command the show
Sing to me songbird of a melancholy ballad
Satisfy my soul for empty is my pallid
Archangel croons me tunes to a solid beat
Amongst your peers you are truly elite
Your voice resonate of a childhood lullaby
Standing firm a tear almost comes to my eye
Entranced by beauty naturally you possess
Beguiled I be my exquisite eastern princess
My mango chutney, you I would devour
Tenderly sweet and never sour to savor by the hour
Sing me melodies sultry to bring me home once more
You are a guiding light and voice men have never heard before
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Pictures In My Mind
Sweet nighttime pictures in my mind
have made it hard to sleep.
Can't I change them into dreams,
the kind I want to keep?
They've got me wide-awake in bed
wondering why they're here?
I should be sleeping soundlessly
but they just won't disappear.
Pictures of dancing and sweet romancing,
things that are no longer around,
I need to stop these pictures
and keep my feet on the ground.
Pictures of moonbeams shining
with a glow that warms my heart,
I close my eyes and I see you
and now my eyes start to smart.
The pictures become too blurry
for tears have formed in my eyes.
I wipe them and look for the pictures.
They're gone and I realize
that they were pictures of younger days
when all we ever knew
was passion and sweet embraces.
These were pictures of me and you.
And so as I lie here next to you
and wait for sleep to come,
I content myself with these scenes I've had
for I remember where they're from.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Trying To Get To Her
Trying to get to her
To tell her that there is so much in my mind
That I want her to know
She is now in heaven with Alan
That happiness that was finally found
There are no mountains low enough for them
No roads wide enough for them
Yes peace surrounds them everyday
Yes I still have there love in my heart, my mind, and my soul
Birds are singing for them in heaven
A song
So peaceful
So beautiful and relaxing to hear
They never get tired of hearing it
God is now on their side
Protecting them and keeping their spirit alive
Their soul is at rest in heaven
The sun always shines in heaven during the day
But at night it is a different thing
The moon and the stars come out in full force
Heaven is a paradise for them
They found it a long time a go
What else could be more beautiful than heaven?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Heart Of Innocence
Sometimes I wake up in the dark of night
And in my mind theres a picture of you
I know someday this dream will come alive
So for now your shadow will do
Ive never seen your face
But I know your in my heart
Maybe someday some place
Ill hold you in my arms
Chorus
I have a gift for you
Something that Ive held on to
Waiting for your sweet caress
The ribbon has beed on tight
For all that I hold inside
And only you will possess
This heart of innocence
I lay my head down on a pillow of white
Your in the dark I am cradled in peace
No thoughts from yesterday to haunt me at night
No tears to dry, no sad memories
It isnt hard to hold
And now Ill safely keep
The strength thats in my soul
Until you come to me
Chorus
Every night I make a wish before I fall asleep
That destiny will take your hand
And lead you to me
Chorus
[spoken] I love you
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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