Enter the Deep
I have ventured between her fleshy shade,
bearing tadpole and the spade-shifting spine,
vibrating frame...the sweet mystique-the
stories made.I've pushed in her ocean's
edge from symbolic gray swings my sledge
a plunging force, a striking wedge..soft
and curling lips turn red.I've heard the
sounds from the deepest fathoms, some dark
escape out of the well of phantoms.Sensual
cries feeding my twisting actions.Commanding
in the most giving forge with sliding traction.
poem by William Blackman
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Beat the plowshare
Pound the drum
Of war to come
Rhythm on steel
Red from the forge
Forms the sword
To carry to war
The sledge makes beat
On thinning edge
As it pounds
pounds
pounds
pounds
It sounds the drum
Of war to come
Soon it will be echoed
By marching men
cries of battle
Sounds of war
The sword will lead
Before the flag
Followed by the sound
Of drums
Pounding
Pounding
To war
Today, I beat my plowshare
And I listen to the drum
poem by James Timothy Jarrett
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Watching
I watch his mouth move,
his lips;
they hypnotize me.
They are sensuous;
alive in their movements
I like the way they
form vowels;
the top one curls
with the word 'so'
form vowels
like 'oh' deliciously;
and the bottom one
to pouts at me
both open softly
his white teeth showing.
He says
'hummmm'
and they rest
one atop the other
soft sound vibrating them
on their fleshy palette..
I remember best
those lips
pouting outward
slightly
saying 'I do'
I remember his lips
saying 'I do'
at the wedding.
I 'll always love those lips
Still do.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Spade
The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees at the alter of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open, like they're begging for dope and hoping
their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back"
Im a diamond that is tired, of all the faces i've aquired, we must secure the shadow ere the substance fades
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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She Cries
I know how to read alone
Here in the dark some old stories are told.
The telephone haunts me
Like a picture of things that Id never
Bring home.
Chorus:
She cries like I do
Too late for new words.
She cries like I do
? ? ? ? its a man.
No-one is allowed in here
Im the ? ? ? ? ? new feelings ? ? ?
This edge in my voice lacks? sense
I never touched your heart
I suppose.
(repeat chorus)
She cries like I do
Like were supposed to
She cries like I do
Here in the dark.
Im so surprised.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Twisting
She set your goldfish free
And now shes sighing
Blew out your pilot light
And made a wish
She doesnt have to have
Her dbs record back now
But theres not a lot of things
That shell take back
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
Shes not your satellite
She doesnt miss you
So turn off your smoke machine
And marshall stack
She doesnt have to have
Her young fresh fellows tape back now
But theres not a lot of things
That shell take back
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Mouth!
Everything that goes mouth is sensual!
the toffee run up and down,
the noise to blow up a tasty gum,
the mouth open in surprise!
Oh! ! ! !
Everything in your mouth is sensual!
the cleaning of its corners with the napkin,
the clicking of his tongue before you saying yes,
the soft against your lips when they meet one another!
Ah! ! ! !
Everything in ours mouth is sensual!
the dropp we exchanged wet through
Ours lips moving slightly,
Our kisses!
Hummm!
Everything in ours bodies is sensual!
what gonna in yours mouth!
What remains in it and
All that comes an goes!
Ui! ! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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White Chocolate
White chocolate when i taste it,
It makes me think of you,
It's melting upon my tongue gently,
And remembers me of your sensual lips.
White chocolate is like a dream,
Something that i can not control,
A deep temptation of my body,
To have a piece melting in my mouth.
White chocolate eating it's like visiting heaven,
Lingering on my tongue delicious, creamy, soft,
I crave the sweet melting sensation of it,
It's like your sensual lips are kissing me.
White chocolate is giving me the passion feeling,
When touching my lips with every bite,
It's like a crazy pleasure on my tongue,
It makes me feel so beautiful and alive.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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A Moment Passing
Remembering back you dressed in black
Moving and grooving as the bass was pumping
To the bass line Shifting bodies twisting
You moving gracefully still so tastefully
Things that night you never knew
Just how much I wanted you
I in a trance as I watched you dance
Set to motion by circumstance
For a sign I was waiting
Music to my ears was vibrating
You so tall standing there
How I wanted to touch golden hair
Feet to foot and head to toe
Against brown skin you set a glow
Things you didn’t get to know
Into the night you were the star of the show
In my arms wanting you badly
To take you away I’d do gladly
To encourage me to your way
A mere word would’ve made my day
To dance with you from behind
Holding you close as we wind
The way you moved sent shiver down my spine
As you danced to the reggae bass line
Libido running wild as tonic I was drinking
Squeezing you gentle I was thinking
Matters to me became troubling
All I wanted was for us to be bubbling
The rains came and things were not the same
On your way till another day
Hoping I for another rendezvous
For all I want is to get close to you
Standing in socks soaking wet
Festival now I won’t forget
Still I have nothing to regret
At myself only I can be upset
The chance I had came and went
Time I had not diligently spent
Picture this if you will
Palette colors brilliant fill
I a bit over the hill
Sexually charged down my back a chill
You and I a two-person club
While we frolic in the hot tub
I giving you a sensual back rub
Ever so close encounter we rub a dub
Kissing tenderly as we’re romancing
Imagines of us horizontally dancing
Oh what a day and what a night
As they say in olden days “you’re out of sight! ”
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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The Masterpiece
Within the passion of your kiss I feel your soft sweet lips,
I caress your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I hear your cries of mercy and it stirs my very soul,
Your body is soft putty, a masterpiece for me to mould.
Frantic grasping touches mixed with loving longing sounds,
Strokes of wanton desire wrapped in passion that surrounds.
Trembling with desire that flows through us feeding on our lust,
Content within our being, we embrace the one we trust.
Pressure from my hands as now I begin to play,
Tremours of desire rip right through us as we lay.
Your breath it is suspended as my tongue now travels far,
It gives such a sweet sensation and you shine now like a star.
We are lost within the moment as our bodies do compress,
An electrifying sensation, your skin pressing on my chest.
The wetness of your tongue feels the prescence of my heat,
Our bodies are on fire as the two of us do meet.
There is a desperate hunger that is fueling both our needs,
As two lovers come together both now desperate to feed.
Taking all my passion, wanting, feeling only me,
The joy it is transcended, we become what we can be.
I hear your longing whimpers, the smiling face of you I see,
Watching as you writhe below, you lock your gaze on me.
Clutching fingers tightly there's heat and passion in this room,
Your eyes can see right through me, in you I long to be comsumed.
Pounding hearts beat faster, beads of sweat begin to drop,
Lost within a moment that neither one of us can to stop.
I bite your lips as we kiss and pull upon your hair,
Our bodies move in rythm in the steamy humid air.
The moment is upon us cries of passion grip us now,
As within each thrusting motion we release not knowing how.
As we lay within each other we remember what has been,
We lay looking in each others eyes, the dream it was so keen.
Within the passion of your kiss, I felt your soft sweet lips,
I caressed your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I heard your cries of mercy and it stirred my very soul,
Your body was soft putty a masterpiece that I did mould...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Variations On Nothing
That negligible bit of sand which slides
Without a sound and settles in the hourglass,
And the fleeting impressions on the fleshy-pink,
The perishable fleshy-pink, of a cloud...
Then a hand that turns over the hourglass,
The going back for flowing back, of sand,
The quiet silvering of a cloud
In the first few lead-gray seconds of dawn...
The hand in shadow turned the hourglass,
And the negligible bit of sand which slides
And is silent, is the only thing now heard,
And, being heard, doesn't vanish in the dark.
poem by Giuseppe Ungaretti
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The Siesta
FROM THE SPANISH.
Vientecico murmurador,
Que lo gozas y andas todo, &c.
Airs, that wander and murmur round,
Bearing delight where'er ye blow!
Make in the elms a lulling sound,
While my lady sleeps in the shade below.
Lighten and lengthen her noonday rest,
Till the heat of the noonday sun is o'er.
Sweet be her slumbers! though in my breast
The pain she has waked may slumber no more.
Breathing soft from the blue profound,
Bearing delight where'er ye blow,
Make in the elms a lulling sound,
While my lady sleeps in the shade below.
Airs! that over the bending boughs,
And under the shade of pendent leaves,
Murmur soft, like my timid vows
Or the secret sighs my bosom heaves,--
Gently sweeping the grassy ground,
Bearing delight where'er ye blow,
Make in the elms a lulling sound,
While my lady sleeps in the shade below.
poem by William Cullen Bryant
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I Remember August
I remember August:
that breathy space before fall;
the long slow arc of the sun
touching the northern horizon.
I remember August:
its dampness confined to fog
pulled along the seashore's edge
and into the bays and rivers.
I remember
silent waves rocking small stones:
shifting, slipping, and sliding
sibilant sighs and whisperings.
I remember
the hay lying cut and straight,
drying in the summer sun
waiting for the baler to come.
I remember August:
with the soft shade and shadows,
and the long hours of twilight
creeping slowly toward the night.
On this October rain day
I remember August.
Spade
In my heart, my love fades
To the small corners of dark color spades
I see it fester in its pointed edge
And to its death I solemnly pledge
"Kill my love, kill my heart"
then I smash the spade, till its love falls apart
Now all that's there, is sable ink
And into its fluid my hand does sink
I write with it all love's gain
And all we seek all in vain.
Love is not defined by anything
But a broken heart that cannot sing
In morbid ink, my soul I dress
And to love, my love I confess
My love of love, a dark spade
That kills my heart, the spade it made
I fade....
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Just Like Heaven
show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream" she said
"the one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck
"show me how you do it
And i promise you i promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you"
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways i had
To make her glow
"why are you so far away?" she said
"why won't you ever know that i'm in love with you
That i'm in love with you"
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl i loved
And drowned her deep inside of me
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven
song performed by by Cure
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Nine Pound Sledge
With the kinetic force of a nine pound sledge
she strikes my chest. This sudden blow from nowhere
against my protective ribcage
fractures my thought processes.
It drives innocent nails into the palms of my love
puncturing my heart with splintered chords of hate.
The striated muscles of my limbs go soft; embarrassed,
they become limp, emasculated,
a pathetic atrophied excuse of a man.
Pierced and shocked by this unpleasant surprise
I experience a prolapse and begin to bleed.
My chest heaves in silent opposition
to this forced regurgitation,
and I protest
the vitriole of her ambush.
Deaf to my plea she puts the sledge down
and picks up a Stryker saw,
a saw designed to cut through bone
with minimal damage to the underlying soft tissue.
She mercifully opens me
splitting the wishbone into two unequal parts
with the dexterity of a graduate in residence.
She sees, of course, that i have hemorrhaged.
So she siphons off the blood
then casually removes my will to live
with a rusty clawhammer. Smiling ear to ear
and with innocent blood on her hands and lips
she nonchalantly walks away
dragging her nine pound sledge with her.
poem by Richard Ilnicki
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Danger's Wedge
I never used to let my actions bother me,
everyday my life was lived on the edge.
The adrenaline rush I got from taking risks
was pushed ever wider by danger's wedge.
I now wonder what's happening to me,
I've developed a fear of death.
I panic and tremble when there's no risk,
and an inhaler aids my breath.
Fear and conscience now reside in me,
along with demons I never knew.
What I confront now is far, far, worse
than what I was accustomed to.
I question myself about my past
and how I entered hell's front door.
I think that danger was the drug
of which I had to score.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Kamala Das
I bought a book written by you,
On whose wrapper your face at sixty,
With a stud on left nostril, the lock
Utter black by dye, in loose knot,
And lips as fleshy as your cheeks,
Stared at me, sultrier than any youth.
How sexier you must have been
A decade ago, two decades back
Or at your thirty, let alone twenty!
How fortunate those must have been,
Who revolved around you then!
How many wooed and how many were voyeurs!
Is it your exceptional intellect
That keeps you alluring?
Is it your matriarchal Clan
That keeps your eyes sensual?
Is it by your sensuous poems
That you look sensual
Or is it by your sensual and sensuous looks
Your writings came to be sensual?
I read your poems sensually
With your sexy figure in thought.
I read your face sensually
With your sexy poems in thoughts.
You or your verses, which tempt more?
‘Age cannot wither her, nor customs stale
Her infinite variety’
8.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Driven
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fools paradise
But its my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves
But its my turn to drive
Driven in --- driven to the edge
Driven out --- on the thin end of the wedge
Driven off --- by things Ive never seen
Driven on --- by the road to somewhere Ive never been
Its my turn to drive
The road unwinds towards me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on
song performed by by Rush
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Danger's Wedge
I never used to let my actions bother me,
everyday my life was lived on the edge.
The adrenaline rush I got from taking risks
was pushed ever wider by danger's wedge.
I now wonder what's happening to me,
I've developed a fear of death.
I panic and tremble when there's no risk,
and an inhaler aids my breath.
Fear and conscience now reside in me,
along with demons I never knew.
What I confront now is far, far, worse
than what I was accustomed to.
I question myself about my past
and how I entered hell's front door.
I think that danger was the drug
of which I had to score.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Ode to the female form
Ode to the female form
~
A song of beauty plays
to the tune of desire
striking a note in the soul
a look into the mind seduces
a song ode to the female form
soft, delicate, sensual
alive with every feeling
serenades aloud to be heard
play on sweet song
enter the soul and mind
with a beauty known
as woman kind
poem by Matthew Holloway
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