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One Minute of Dreaming

whilst i slept and rest my head,
I dreamt of love, by beauty led,
till the dawn, hope brings anew,
no lust for life,
Lest thoughts of you

poem by Phantom Anonymous
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Love Is Taste Than Lust

Love is taste than lust,
I think love,
Heart is saying it all,
Love is taste than lust,
Believe it,

Iam a lover of Humanity,
Whilst this heart revealed it's content,
Hold on this soul more and more,
Pleasure of lust and immaturity is not excellence,
My covetousness of composing is deeper,
Understand that term,
We are needing things New,
New life,
New style.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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The Beginning Of Understanding....

it is not the head
do not be misled
it is not the finer thoughts
but the shady ones
where you must find comfort
and it is not
in those neurons of
convoluted matter
that will make the finest
being in you
than the rest of this ocean
of humanity

rest a little
do not think
unload what bias of thoughts are there
be renewed,
anew

feel the coolness of the tree
listen to the song of the
sea breeze
lay your head on the breasts
of this earth
it is where
the heart is.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lust For Life (feat. The Pretenders)

Words and music by David Bowie and James Osterberg
(Lust for life x 3)
Here comes Johnny in again
With liquor and drugs
And a flash machine
Hes gonna do another strip tease
Ah, hey man, whered ya get that lotion?
Ive been hurting since I bought the gimmick
About something called love
Yeah, something called love
Well, thats like hypnotising chickens
Im just a modern guy
Huh, of course, Ive had it in the ear before
I have a lust for life
Cause Ive a lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
Lust for life
Lust for life
Im worth a million in prizes
With my torture film
Drive a GTO
I wear a uniform
On a government loan
Im worth a million in prizes
Yeah, Im through with sleeping on the sidewalk
No more beating my brains
No more beating my brains
With liquor and drugs
With liquor and drugs
Ooh, Im just a modern guy
Huh, of course, Ive had it in the ear before
And Ive a lust for life (lust for life)
Cause Ive a lust for life (lust for life)
A lust for life (ooh)
A lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
I got a lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
Ah a lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
Lust for life
Lust for life
Im just a modern guy
Huh, of course, Ive had it in the ear before
And Ive a lust for life (lust for life)
Cause Ive a lust for life (lust for life)
A lust for life (ooh)
Lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
Lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
I got a lust for life
Lust for life (ooh)
I got a lust for life
A lust for life

song performed by by Tom Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dawn

Dawn for the rich, the artistic and the wise,
Is beauty splashed on canvas of the skies,
The brushes being the clouds that float the blue,
Dipped in the breeze for paint, and washed by dew.

But dawn to those who bathe the night in tears,
Squeeze sustenance from hard unyielding years,
Is full of strange imaginings and fears.

The dawn renews the terror of the day
Where harassing uncertainties hold sway;
And pain held in surcease through brief hours of rest
Roars up its head in its unceasing quest
To wear out body, brain and mind and soul
Till death is a resolve, and death a goal.

For those life holds no beauty, dawn no light,
For day is hopeless, dawn is struck with blight.

poem by Gladys Casely-Hayford
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The Dawn

All the wild waves rock'd in shadow,
And the world was dim and grey,
Dark and silent, hush'd and breathless,
Waiting calmly for the day.

And the golden light came stealing
O'er the mountain-tops at last—
Flooding vale and wood and upland,—
It was morning—night was past.

There they lay—the silvery waters,
Fruitful forests, glade and lawn,—
All in beauty, new-created
By the angel of the dawn.

* * * * *
So my spirit slept in twilight;—
All was quiet, grey, and still,
Till the dawn of Love came stealing,
Over Hope's snow-crested hill.

Then the dim world woke in glory,
And the iris-dyes grew bright
On the waves and woods and valleys,
In a morning flood of light.

Ah! the vineyards and the gardens!—
Ah! the treasures, rich and rare,
Full of endless life and beauty,
Which that dawn created there!

poem by Ada Cambridge
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Lust less is listless

Lust is born with the embryo
With-in the mother’s womb,
To grow with it as basic instincts.

Conscience is born with the birth of psycho
With-out the mother’s womb,
To grow as many-fold ethics.

Lust strives to quench the thirst
For food, water and, most the sex,
Never ending till the last.

Conscience strides to uphold Ego,
With search for love, name and safety,
Often putting down the Lust.

When fed, Lust brings cheer.
When fed, Ethic quells fear.
Who dares, gets cheer.

Too much under the sway of Ethic
One ends up one’s life sans cheer;
Suppressed is the Lust.

Lust, when maimed or chopped,
Its root is never cut, nor dead.
Rather it deranges or spearheads.

Which is why Lust sneaks out its head,
When thwarted, to get fed
And breeds cheers behind the door.

Erotic pleasure has no equals.
Forgo it not, by being ethical.
22.05.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.

quote by George Byron
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Love at Midnight a Sonnet

Let me lay and sleep in your warm bosom
That I may feel the love I have dreamt of
That dream of such awe inspiring beauty
I name a dream of fools and a fools love
For what joy a thought does now inspire
Into the words I speak and sing aloud
To you and my impassioned heart a truth
A promise of a hearts full affection
That will not stray nor test your trust in me
An oath to you I would happily swear
For you are to my heart a poem writ
A sonnet to love in all its beauty
Pray rest your head upon my chest tonight
And let us rest in the warmth of new love

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Life's Dream...

Yesterday I wanted to write you a sweet sonnet,
But my mind grew blank and my hands grew idle,
Whilst I slept I dreamt for you an epic love story,
Yet my fingers were too dreamy to type these words,
And in my dream I dreamt a portrait of dandelions and angels,
Yet our angel of love became lost in the wide blue yonder,
Last night I dreamt for you a poem for all the ages,
But alas I died in my dream and my poem never grew wings,
Last night I dreamed we were as one in heart and dance,
Yet my arms were empty and my heart bereft of all emotion,
So I curled up in my blanket of loneliness and dreamed on,
Shall you perhaps meet me there, so we may dance? ...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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The Lust We Fought For

The lust we fought for in now just a pile of ash.
The lust we fought for was a lie to it's very last.
The lust we fought for burns in my memory every night.
The kust we fought for wasn't worth it's own right.
The lust we fought for seemed so out of control.
The lust we fought for only needed us to grab ahold.
So the lust we fought for wasn't lust at all.
Indeed it was love that made our great fall.
The lust we fought for keeps me crying at night.
The lust we fought for has me praying to turn it right.
The lust we fought for makes me miss you more.
The lust we fought for broke my heart to it's core.
The lust we fought for brings out a million tears.
The lust we fought for challenged all of my fears.
So the lust we fought for was the pain i deserved to face.
Indeed it was love from that magically beautiful place.
The lust we fought for is now gone up in flames...
Because I now know that the lust we fought for was real all the same.

poem by Erin Grantham
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Bemused

I am relaxed and warm in bed,
the day is done its time for sleep.
Stray thoughts glide swiftly through my head
obediently like flocks of sheep.
But now and then a thought will be
held to be of interest
Recorded then subconsciously
reprocessed whilst I take my rest.
When I awake I can recall,
sometimes with startling clarity
Those words I did not write at all
and I inscribe them faithfully.
My muse was busy while I slept
I don’t complain I just accept.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Completing All The Touches

Her pupil shone –
Black stole a peek

Her smile wore sleek
Beneath a knowingness
That I would seek
A slipping down of garments,
Jealous of their role
To hide the jewels that complement,
Completing all the touches.

Lines of Lust

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Safe Haven

Where speaks thought?
The inner soliloquy.
That which builds mountains
Creates entire worlds
That float with no substance.
A deep inner life non dare see.
The fevered overflow that sustains,
Gives life the earthly desert
To endure the everyday.
Enables a life rich and fertile
Whilst mundane tasks performed.
Yet all around madness flows,
The insanities of greed and lust
Where beauty's lost and love despised.
These inner thoughts do give me strength,
Help to ride the tortuous path,
And bring me home to you.

poem by Paul Brookes
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Fantasy IV

Pounce of nipple
Snatches,
Catches me off guard

Flounce and ripple
Thro' the breasts
Arrests

Landing hard,
I'm flung upon my back
To analyse the ceiling -
No appealing under stress

Now under dress -
Panties gone
And she upon
My countenance -
I rouse to bait
Her feminine way

Lead astray by
Aromatic warming
Of her womanhood,
I tune her body's
Resonance
Thro' eloquence of tongue -

Her shrieking
Highly strung

We up the play

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Happy New Year?

The table sits in darkened room
Its fare all spent its contents strewn
All use now ended, empty shell
A place where only thoughts now dwell
For this is last years empty table
Feasted on by all those able
Some who sat and joined the fest
Have left our mortal life to rest
Friends anew have stepped on board
As life continues rest assured
For in the light of room next door
The circle starts again once more
A brand new table full to flowing
What it holds not ours for knowing
Be sure this though safe from fear
To take your place for this New Year
Amongst the newly laid out feast
When hope and faith are all increased
Savour what this new year brings
As midnight bells chime 12 strong rings.

poem by Dave James
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A Tale Of New Year

The table sits in darkened room
Its fare all spent its contents strewn
All use now ended, empty shell
A place where only thoughts now dwell

For this is last years empty table
Feasted on by all those able
Some who sat and joined the fest
Have left our mortal life to rest

Friends anew have stepped on board
As life continues rest assured
For in the light of room next door
The circle starts again once more

A brand new table full to flowing
What it holds not ours for knowing
Be sure this though safe from fear
To take your place for this New Year

Amongst the newly laid out feast
When hope and faith are all increased
Savour what this new year brings
As midnight bells chime 12 strong rings.

poem by Dave James
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Stanza # 28

I kissed the one that love denies
Where passions flare the truth defies
Tis only here faining realaity
Can a sweet embrace a prelude be
To a song wake I shan't e'er sing
E'en though thoughts of you a melody brings
To life as erotic music plays
Whilst our bodies in perfect rhythm sway
Sleep O' sleep irony is thy jest
To fullfill a dream must be at rest

poem by John A. Hancock
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Temptation

Yesternight I dreamt some false
Of you holding me
Preventing me from the fall
And I dreamt not just the lust
But the worry in your eyes
For me that you had
That you were unable to hide.

Yesternight I dreamt some strange
Of you clutching me tight
So desperate to be close
More desperate to escape that while
And I dreamt not just the touches
But the sensations it sent down my spine
Your each move on my skin
That my words can never define.

Yesternight I dreamt you
In an irresistable unusualness
That I always want you to be in
But too tough to explain
And I dreamt not just your hardness
But the softness in your breadth
The warmth it contained
Though chilling me in each sense.

Yesternight I dreamt our togetherness
Of that’s so unreal
Still feels too tempting to be true
Until I feel you everywhere
And I know I’m dreaming no more
I feel myself craving for you
To bless my needs with exact boons
I can’t wait for it to come soon……

poem by Jaya Mishra
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Sonnet V

'Tis hard to love not, whilst to love
Be sad joy, if by lust misled,
Thoughts too sweetly gaze on things
That perforce must change and decay.

Who's the man could savour his fill
Of gold, fame, sceptre, delights, false
Count'nance fair, that a heart he'd
Have sated and all cares might allay?

Love's surely our being's just course,
Aye, but 'tis flesh, from matter wrought,
Praising what knows like inception,
Guiles the soul, for which all's little

If Thee, Beauty real and e'erlasting,
It sees not, its love's true object.

poem by Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
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Lust in steps felt.

Lust is felt when a woman is in thought.
It gives you kicks. You feel such kicks till death.
Lust is spelt in touch, kiss and embrace.
It charges you; you feel such touch even as old.
Lust is spit in insertion and emission.
You can have it till you lose potency.
Lust by any form is set till you last.
Lust survives dryness of sperm, semen,
Potency, and infertility, to give lease to your life.
18.04.2001, pmdi[the above 3 as 1 poem