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Ai No Corrida

I hold you gently
in a stranglehold

the softness of your neck
held in the V of finger & thumb

you tell me a little
nervously

I may strangle you
in the height of passion.

I laugh
then

and now I laugh
all the more

seeing how gently you
hold me

in the stranglehold

the softness of my neck
held in the V of finger & thumb

I
too happy

to care if I die
under your hand

strangled in
the height of passion.

poem by Doral Deepset
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The Unseen Butterfly

Folding the last edge of the paper
he pointed the folds
into the palm of his hand,
closing it in a clockwork swirl
he forms a fist.
Turning to the children,
He spoke…
‘What do you see? ’
‘A hand…
…a fist’, said the other.
Without acknowledgement
He asked, ‘Do you see the butterfly? ’
As if to turn,
and search the skies
The children shook their heads.
Slowly, gently
Unfolding his fingers like petals
He tenderly placed his finger
On the square of paper…
‘Do You see the Butterfly? ’
wide eyes and indignant laugh
revealed the children’s Puzzlement.
‘It’s a piece of paper’
became their mantra
Raising his eyebrows,
quiet finger to lips
he recaptures their attention.
‘Look, do you see the Butterfly? ’
the slip of paper pinched
between finger and thumb
‘Do You see the Butterfly? ’
Restless, the children
Shuffled from foot to foot
Peering around and about
As if looking through
the finger and thumb
‘It’s just a piece of paper! ’
mocking adult indifference
the children say again
‘it’s a piece of paper…’
Then let us see, he unfolds
The first edge opened
doubles the dimension
of what is visible
With his thumbs he expands
the dimension a step further
‘Do you see the butterfly? ’
with taut Patience
the children snap
‘it’s hidden…it’s hidden….
How can we see
What is hidden…’
Until it is unfolded?
Do You see the Butterfly?

poem by Adrian Wait
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Lost In The City of Freedom

Lost in the City of Freedom
I am as small as a thumb
My FAITH is as meager
as my pointer finger
But LOVE is great
And my middle finger is that great lover
Ring finger is the HOPE which
competes with love
Pinky finger of what I know is
Art, music and literature
is what I only have.
And sometimes it burdens me as a thumb

Each finger crawls its steps in the blinding sunlight
Dreams are all that is floating in my palm
The hand is lost in the City of Freedom
Though it just feels good and right
to be lost
in the City of Freedom.

poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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The things I love with a passion

I rock and roll with passion
I talk out my soul with a passion

I eat good food with passion
I defeat bad mood with a passion

I sleep well with passion
I weep hell with a passion

I dream endlessly with passion
I gleam ceaselessly with a passion

I aim for money with passion
I do the same for honey with a passion

I listen carefully with passion
I glisten dutifully with a passion

I search for fame with passion
I research to blame with a passion

I walk everyday with passion
I talk and play with a passion

I embrace life with passion
I face nightlife with a passion

I laugh out with passion
I chaffe about with a passion

I cook with others with passion
I look at mothers with a passion

I touch gently with passion
I clutch tightly with a passion

I work hard with a passion
I rock mad with a passion

I gear up goals with passion
I stir up roles with a passion

I make friends with passion
I take weekends with a passion

I love kissing with passion
I love teasing with a passion

I make love with passion
I take from above with a passion

If push comes to shove
Label me old fashioned
For these are things I caption
In life with all my passion

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Wasp Man

Under my thumb's the girl who once had me down
Under my thumb's the girl who once pushed me around
It's down to me, the diff'rence in the clothes she wears
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb
Under my thumb's a squirming dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb's a girl who has just changed her ways
It's down to me, the way she does what she's told
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb
Under my thumb's a Siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb she's the sweetest pet in the world
It's down to me, the way she does what she's told
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb
Under my thumb her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well, I can still look at someone else
It's down to me, the way she talks when she's spoken to
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb

song performed by by Who
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A Flower Today A Flower Tommorow

A flower today, A flower tomorrow

I'll give you a flower, for everyday that I know you,
A rose, A daisy, maybe a dafadil to.
For if you take the flower I know how you feel,
For you know it to, you'll keep them aseel
I'll hold your hand gently, carrasing your thumb
and if you deny it i know i'll grow numb.
Hold me gently and hold me good.
because i don't want you misunderstood.

I'll give you a flower tomorrow, to show you i still care,
and if you reject it i know its not fair.
i loved you forever and i always will
for this rose that i give will stay very still
Until you love me the rose will not die.
But when you do theres no need to ask why

poem by Yascel Rodriguez
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Put The Finger On You

I put the finger on you
My hands all out of control
I cant stop it getting down on you
Its moving on its own accord
Yes, Ive got fire in my finger tips
Radiating onto you
I cant control it, cant even hold it
Its knocking on your door
And you know what its for
Chorus:
I put the finger right on you
I put the finger right on you
You put your finger on me too
Then I put the finger, I put the finger
Yeah I put the finger, I put the finger
I put the finger on you for sure
Its the key to unlocking your door, dont you know
Ive broken through your security
My hands aint tied no more, you better watch out
I cant control it, cant even hold it
Speaking up for pleasure
You can feel it on your ankle
Feel it on your knee
Feel it on your thigh
Can you feel me?
Chorus
I cant control it, cant even hold it
Sneaking up on your front door
You can feel it on your ankle
Feel it on your knee
Feel it on your thigh
Can you feel me?
Put it - right on you
Ill do it if you want me to
Can I put it?
I put the finger on you
I hit the spot

song performed by by AC-DC
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Just Not True

(carly simon)
You stick to me when I wish you gone
You hammer on my thoughts through dreams
Your plot is thick with saucy schemes
And ways to reach my balconies
But I say Im not turned on by the way you look
I say Im not turned on by the way you act
Im not turned on when you tell me that you need me
But sometimes, just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know, its just not true
Youre in my blood, a holy ghost
I scream, but its a hollow plea
The thoughts I swallow leave me thirsty
You do a very fine imitation of me
And I say Im not turned on by the way you laugh
Im not turned on by the way you smile
Im not turned on when you tell me that you love me
But sometimes, just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know, its just not true
And I say Im not turned on by the way you dance
Im not turned on my the way you laugh
Im not turned on when you need me
But sometimes, just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know, its just not true.

song performed by by Carly Simon
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Stranglehold

Can I get you to give me a minute of your time?
Can I get you to slip me the answer?
Can I get you to slow me a little of your mime?
You were always a very good dancer
Id be happy to show you a bit of what I found
Id be happy to share in its beauty
Id be happy to lay low inevitably bound
I would only be doing my duty.
I wait, I wait, I can wait, I can wait back in the bar
I can wait, I can wait , I can wait back in the car
Ill be waiting for you
Stranglehold, you know youve got on me
I dont want to go without you.
Stranglehold, youve got me where you want me
But I want to know more about you I want to know more
About you.
Are you willing to wager a little of your life?
Are you willing to take such a gamble?
Are you ready to walk on the edge of the knife?
Then I think we can skip the preamble.
I wait, I wait, I can wait. I cant wait back in the bar,
I can wait, I can wait, I can wait back in the car
Ill be waiting for you. Ill be waiting...
Stranglehold, you know, youve got on me
I dont want to go without you
Stranglehold, youve got me where you want me
And I want to know more about you I want to know more
About you.
I can wait, I can wait back in the bar I can wait, I can wait
I can wait back in the car Ill be waiting for you.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Like Horny Men

Don’t let the chickens out
Uncle said

close the gate
we don’t want

the foxes getting in
and tearing them

to pieces
because they will you know

they’ll go in for the kill
but maybe only go off

with one
and you stared

at the chickens
running around

as Uncle went
into the henhouse

to collect eggs
amongst the straw

and hay and feathers
you want to come in

and find the eggs with me?
Uncle called

and you followed him
into the henhouse

and smelt the henny stink
and shit and closeness

of hay and straw
getting up your nose

and Uncle held up an egg
and said

be careful how you hold them
don’t want any broken ones

and you searched
amongst hay and straw

and feathers and picked out
a warm egg between

your little boy finger and thumb
as if it were some gem

pulled from a pile of dung
and you held it up

to the light coming through
the henhouse window

like some offering
to the gods

a fertility symbol
you knew nothing

about then
the ways

of wild women
and horny men.

poem by Terry Collett
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Bunnies

Crushed in the arms...
Crushed in the arms of a bear.
Crushed in the arms...
Crushed in the arms of a bear.
In my strain...
In my strain...
In my strain...
In my strain...
Now I could never fall in love.
And feeling such a thrill
Why don't you anger me, anger me, I will.
Oh... Why don't you anger me?
Anger me I will.
Oh Why dont you anger me?
(crushed in the arms)
Now I could never fall in love. (i strain)
And feeling such a person. (in my strain)
And feeling such a person
Anger me. You anger me.
Strangle me. You strangle me.
Strangle me... and I strain...
And I strain... (of a bear)
And I strain... (crushed in the arms)
And I strain... (of a bear)
And I strain... (crushed in the arms)
And I strain...
Why don't you just go...
Why don't you just go...
Why don't you just go...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Oh I strain...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Oh I strain...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Why dont you just..
Strangle me... Strangle me...
(Bunnies is a constantely evolving ambient song molded from Howie's Line 6 pedal. Many different versions of this song exist including different sets of lyrics.)

song performed by by Howie Day
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Nothing Has Been Proved (Demo For Dusty)

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A nervous boy in several ways
I never knew the world could operate this way
I was nervous when we stopped to speak
And the world came crashing around my feet
We don't talk of love
We're much too shy
But nervously we wonder when and why
A nervous boy, in spite of which
I never thought I could tremble as much as this
Your flashing eyes and sudden smiles
Are never quite at ease, and neither am I
Oh, we'll talk about it all some night
But nervously we never get it
Right
From the start I approved of you
Right from the moment you turned to face me
A nervous boy from another town
With a nervous laugh and a concentrated frown
I spoke too fast with watchful eyes
Of a recent past and some nostalgic surprise
We don't talk of love
We're much too shy
But nervously we wonder when and
Smile
Knowing why I approved of you
Right from the moment you turned to face me
A nervous boy

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Thumbsucker

I met her on a corner in Duluth
(That’s the truth.)
She was tryin’ to fix her shoe in a telephone booth
(Her name was Ruth.)
She said she was just waiting for a bus
But I hid my thumb cause I knew just what she was,
And I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker such my thumb.
It’ll drive you crazy and leave you deaf and dumb.
It’ll make you crawl and climb the wall
Leave you without no thumb at all.
So I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb.

I’ll tell you what them thumbsuckers like to do.
They suck your thumb till it’s wrinkled like a prune
They’ll say you’ve got the sweetest thumb of all
But then they suck the thumb of the guy livin’ down the hall
That’s why I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb

(etc. . . etc. . . until finally giving in.)

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Has the woman arrived?

I have seen her picture, the one you are proud of
She is indeed beautiful
With long, brownish curly hair
Her smile is longing for you
It is moist
And warm

When was the last time you kissed her?
Two years, four, five
Or even one

It is such a long time
And you said you were crazy for her
Her neck entwined to yours
Her nails buried subcutaneously to your soul
Her sweat immersed to your
Chest hair and whirling in your
Masculine nipples

Captured
Your tongues twist like snakes in heat
In some isolated swamps
In your two mouths

You surely miss those thoughts of her
And she comes back to you
Like a breeze in the sea
And you wait

Here she comes. Hold your breath
Be kind enough. Use your fingers like tendrils to her
Vines. Be cautious, she is fragile, too glassy.
Lift her like
An expensive Chinese porcelain.
Then break her so gently
She will ask for it
Through the welcomes of her eyes
Like hands saying
Come to me come to me
Break me gently
Break me gently
I am closing my eyes I am spreading my self to this universe

She gleams in fading lights.
And you will be her strong darkness to blend
The colors of love, desire, lust, longing,
Love and lust, lust and love.

Feel her, dissolve in her softness
Your tenderness now diffused.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Come my Man

Come my Man,
come into me
gently, harsh, push, hold my hips
tight
and push, push, deep, deeper, more
make me shout
scream, moaning,
cry
for passion waves which goes over me
again and again
hold me tight,
make me scream and cry
for passion, desire.
Let me feel your weight onto me,
give me feelin safety
under you i find my passion,
with no limits to restrictive this feeling of mine
so my Man hold me tight,
make me scream and shout
express this delight.
-sanja-

poem by Sanja Sarinda
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Nervously

(tennant/lowe)
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A nervous boy in several ways
I never knew the world could operate this way
I was nervous when we stopped to speak
And the world came crashing around my feet
We dont talk of love
Were much too shy
But nervously we wonder when and why
A nervous boy, in spite of which
I never thought I could tremble as much as this
Your flashing eyes and sudden smiles
Are never quite at ease, and neither am i
Oh, well talk about it all some night
But nervously we never get it
Right
From the start I approved of you
Right from the moment you turned to face me
A nervous boy from another town
With a nervous laugh and a concentrated frown
I spoke too fast with watchful eyes
Of a recent past and some nostalgic surprise
We dont talk of love
Were much too shy
But nervously we wonder when and
Smile
Knowing why I approved of you
Right from the moment you turned to face me
A nervous boy

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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I Cant Put My Finger On It

As martin said to xanthe
As they played with wooden toys
You may have wendys playhouse
But where the heels your boys?
As paul said to fifi
As they eyed each other up
You may have better plimsoles
But you cant pee standing up
And Id like to take the time to bite
Their neck and make it bleed
Or maybe I could cut holes in their
Daddys harris tweed
And I cant put my finger on it
Maybe its something in their food
And I cnat put my finger on it
All I know is christ wouldve sued
As sharon said to jamie
As they sat down for a chat
If you think Im cooking dinner
Well, prepare to eat dead rat
As debbie said to alex
As they held hands in the park
How come you wear rupert check
When you think youre so hard
I shouldve done his land rover
To let him know Id been
Instead I wrote f off
On the dirt across his screen
And I cant put my finger on it
Maybe its something in their food
And I cnat put my finger on it
All I know is christ wouldve sued
I wish Id let them know that I was here
A drop of arsenic in the wine
Sulphuric acid in the beer

song performed by by Housemartins
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A Straphanger's Pilgrimage

Yet I remember what you said as a secret my poor Mom; 'Your delivery was very painful and it's like a Tug of War.
The placenta almost wrapped around your neck and the awful cry lasted a long.'
Yes Mom! Since then still I am crying, but nobody listens as it's an inner cry.
Thanks, You have taken me to a specialist doctor on several occasions in the past.
But his magical stethoscope failed to read my rare palpitation.
I realize the distance between us and now you are far away.
I am sorry Mom for your prodigal Son's curiosity,
Still I hold your knitted facecloth as a keepsake
And I step down and walk towards the sad withdrawal of your stranglehold.

* The pilloried who acts hastily on the ridiculous stage of the Life-Drama.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Thumbs

Oh, the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-suckers know).

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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June Become December

And so May turned into June
One page falling gently
Against the other.

I’d seen her last in April
The legendary showers
Masking the tears.

We had parted as friends
I’d have rather been lovers
Until the end.

This new month, new sun
Held promise of her return
In summer, she said.

When things heat up
When passion’s high
I will be back.

The train’s come and gone.
My passion quelled
June, become December.

poem by Gerry Leopard
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You

You make me laugh

The way you smile with your critical eyes

And point with your finger of wisdom

In the direction of mecca?

Or Ambrosia

Or some other foreign God

So you bending your rod

Bow

Down

At the high temple of pure wisdom

You who understand

'nothing'

About being human

Distracted by dead writers

And

These broken lines

Keep you in detention

Held back in school

While the world goes racing by

Full of hot blood and fury

And the passion of being alive

[this is just a commentary]
yvette m smith may 09

poem by Yvette Smith
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