Picture Poem #200 (From, This is my Wasteland)
Women are pearls
like goddesses from lust
silky soft red lips
and beauty
the passion angels
attracting rivals
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Where Theres Beauty, Theres You:
There's beauty and there's wonder,
The wonder to know the person, and the love for the person
Both, I can't live without,
Therefore, I can't live without you.
There's passion and there's lust,
Both I can't live without,
Because there the two things that remind me of you.
Your eyes, for instance,
They shine with a fiery passion,
Or your lips,
Always filled with lust,
A lust that you rightfully clam, as you crush your lips to my own...
poem by Sherry Painter
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Love, Lust; Passion
Love is a complicated word,
Love and Lust can be misunderstood,
Lust is Red, always hungry for more,
Love is white, and as pure as Angels wings,
Feeling both at the same time can be magical,
Emotions take over your hopeful body,
Your soul filling with Star Dust and Twilight wonders,
Lust can be ignored,
Love can be forgotton,
But together, they are a Need,
Love and Lust, ever feel it? Its known as passion,
If you have Passion,
You are very lucky,
I feel it, Love, Lust; Passion,
But he does not,
I am floating alone along my own Milky Way,
Hoping, praying, one day,
He will feel my Passion,
Hear my Heart,
And float eagerly along my way.
poem by Jodie Louise Pollock
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She walks in beauty
She walks in beauty, eyes soft,
Innocent; silky breast that captures
men’s heart, her alarming whiteness,
making angels turn dark.
In times of sorrow, she's the light; if she
cries, her tears breakdown into drops of
divine moist. Wrapped in her skin, never
has a sin, her lips turn to fear in
the eyes of evil. Her sacred presence makes earth
heavenly; her beauty blinds the power of vision,
her virtuous is an envious, making instinct
jealousy take over. She walks in beauty.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Love Pearls
Sweetness, Young and fair
Let all your beauty share
May I touch your silky hem
Looks of Pearls
In the dew
Concieved within your light
You smile
At approach of night
Introducing me to a Kiss
Thirsting for your lips
Pressed against, , , , ,
The clock now has rung
The day is now begun.
poem by Howard Johnson
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Witch
Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.
That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.
Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.
O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.
And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.
But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Alien Languages
Girls acquire
Lovely curves and shapes
To become youthful
As buds bloom
To be flowers.
Flowers and women are alike;
Both possess bodies soft,
Beautiful and attracting;
Their captivating beauties
Hook one closer angling.
Topsy – turvy streams women are
Speedy, moving, energetic
Cool and refreshing
Their sonorous tone
And soft touch
Thrill and make one
Swim in pleasures of depths
They become mothers
Give us sons and daughters;
Women are form and essence
Of LOVE DIVINE
Making one, peaceful and blissful
By going through
Above lines
Do not conclude
That I have
Knowledge about women
Because
Women are
Alien languages
Which
One can never master.
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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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
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Women Rule The World
I GUESS JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING I'VE EVER DONE
I'VE BEEN TRYIN' TO IMPREE OR GET CLOSE TO ONE OF EM'
SEEMS LIKE I WAS ABOUT THIRTEEN
BOBBIE JO GUTHRIE WAS THE PUMPKIN QUEEN
THAT NIGHT I RELIZED FOR THE VERY FIRST
WOMEN RULE THE WORLD
THE WAY THEY TALK, THE WAY THEY GIGGLE
THE WAY THEY WALK, THE WAY THEY JIGGLE
MAKES MEN BUY 'EM DIAMONDS AND PEARLS
SOFT TOUCH, OH THAT LOVIN
THAT LOOK WHEN THEY'RE MAMAS
CUTE WHEN THEY'RE GIRLS
WOMEN RULE THE WORLD
WE MEN LIKE TO THINK WE'RE N CONTROL
WE ALL WANT TO BE BIG SHOTS
WE LIKE TO THINK WE RUN THE SHOW
THE TRUTH IS WITH JUST THE RIGHT SMILE
YOU LADIES KNOW YOU CAN DRIVE US WILD
THOSE MINI-SKIRTS AND THE WAY YOU FLIRT
YOU KNOW JUST WHAT WORKS
WOMEN RULE THE WORLD
THE WAY THEY TALK, THE WAY THEY GIGGLE
THE WAY THEY WALK, THE WAY THEY JIGGLE
MAKES MEN BUY 'EM DIAMONDS AND PEARLS
THAT LOOK WHEN THEY'RE UP TO SOMETHING
SOFT TOUCH, OH THAT LOVIN
THEY'RE SEXY WHEN THEY'RE GIRLS MAMAS
CUTE WHEN THEY'RE GIRLS
WOMEN RULE THE WORLD
IN ALL SHAPES AND SIZES
THEY MAKE MY TEMPERATURE RISE
STYLE AND BRAINS, THE WHOLE SHEBANG
I'M HERE TO SAY, WOMEN RULE THE WORLD
THAT LOOK WHEN THEY'RE UP TO SOMETHING
SOFT TOUCH, OH THAT LOVIN'
THEY'RE SEXY WHEN THEY'RE MAMAS
CUTE WHEN THEY'RE GIRLS
WOMEN RULE THE WORLD
WOMEN RULE THE WORLD
WOMEN RULE THE WORLD
WOMEN RULE THE WORLD
song performed by by Lonestar
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Soft Pedal The Lust
Loving all is simply impossible.
There are predators, competitor,
Rivals and co-runners posing threats.
Yet I can if I soft pedal my lust.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sad Lady
in her world her tears
are pearls
her cries are songs
of the beautiful women
her loneliness is a bed
of soft parakeet feathers
the oppression
day by day is a way of life
her hands are the ears
of a rabbit
they have learned to
listen
her lips are tight buds
and had always forgotten
how it is
to bloom
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shivering With Passion
Shivering with passion
Shivering with passion
As soon as his lips on mine
Lust creeps up my whole spine
His large hands playing on me
All inches of body aching for more
Keep up your powerful skill
Withdraw my resistance out
To make me without any will
Just panting for him
Shivering with passion
Total body compatibility
No other way of serenity
Let it be let lust overcome
Any hidden upcoming fear
Throw and shut it out of mind
This passion is burning me blind
his touching with such dexterity
Absolute tremendous sensuality
Shivering with passion
For the moment nothing counts
Than feeling his real desire
Taking my body as part of his
Demanding responding his way
Waves of pleasures splashing
Into my very internal caves
Nobody ever did it so right
Till his soft open lips aroused mine
Shivering with passion
When starting to wet within
Asking for more to be explored
Pit in my stomach vibrations
Tongues searching to restore
Lost sensible sensations
Stretching in wonderful ways
Whole of myself arching
In pain to absolute surrender
Shivering with passion
Only once in lifetime can one find
Such a total flesh connection
This thirst and hunger of mine
To renew the encounters
More and many more times
How will I ever have the strength
To leave this outbursting lovemaking
Once consumed behind
I shall always shiver with
A certain kind of passion
When in the future surfaces
sudden warm thoughts of that
love making of the past
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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The lust defined
Lust means luxuria, lechery, lasciviousness and sensuality.
Lust means intensive desire for sexual pleasure,
A taboo of the sixth commandments.
Lust is nothing but power, most aphrodisiacal.
Lust is carrying women in thought.
Lust is substituting prostitutes.
Lust is marrying and sustaining a family,
Putting up with children crying,
Overdoing themselves in explanation of lapses,
Looking at women they like to move around,
Buying expensive clothes for themselves,
Gifting valuables to women they have crush on,
Paying attention to woman other than their wives
To make up what was missing
Without knowing what it is.
In a nut shell, lust is in every action.
16.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tromso Norway
Born delight
Soft seductress
Of my might
Fair face at passion
Dark night
Love lust fusion
At my hand
Fine-spun beauty
Of this land
poem by William Cavanagh
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The Song Of The Goddesses
On top of 3 buildings
The goddesses stand
A burst of air passes by
Dust escapes their open hands
The goddesses float in the air
And all around they stare
With an open hand
They begin to sing
Letting their voices carry around the world
The song of the goddesses glides in the wind
The song of the goddesses pounds underground
The song of the goddesses runs across the land
As they sing their song
The goddesses wish for peace
They hope for many to find love and happiness
And to smile along the way
poem by Justin Gildow
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Finding beauty
Is Beauty like pornography?
-identified by sight.
Is the 'eye of the beholder' school
the one that got it right?
For them a pleasing symmetry,
of eyes, lips, breasts and hips
is ample justification
to launch a thousand ships.
For them beauty is genetic,
gifted by heredity
you get it from your parents-
much like their insanity.
For most, its unattainable-
that certain je ne sais quoit-
Still women spend a fortune
on beauty in a jar.
Lust for curves? -drive the Taconic
or the Pacific Coast Highway.
They both boast scenic beauty
and have fewer tolls to pay.
Instead seek beauty in her eyes,
the mirror of her soul.
For they will remain beautiful
as together you grow old
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Talons of a Gothic Mind
She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare
To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves -
And all for lust, her one desire:
Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
While coming on her priapismic fire.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Heat of a Woman
The heat of a woman rising in lust
To bring flames to life turning men to dust
The heat that can burn, scorch and sear
When ever the man gets to near
But if a man survives the flames
The passion she shows will drive him insane
Locked in a timeless ecstasy
With no escape none he can see
Would he want to run away?
Diving in deeper with his soul he must pay
Of all the passions of women unbound
It’s the passion of lust that brings men down
poem by Dennis Walker
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The Screams Of Passion
Performed by the family
{from the family (1985)}
Woah, no. woah, yeah.
Woah, no, woah no, yeah, yeah
Theres a gentle autumn breeze
That blows whenever we be lyin
Lyin in my bed
The moon appears and disappears
U look at me, my clothes I quickly
I quickly shed
The curtains dance a minuet
Autumn plays the music baby
Come on hold my hand
Leaves are fallin velvet splash
Only u and I can under
Only u can understand
The sunlight draws a picture
Through the silky lace that hangs above your
Hangs above your door
A picture that is waving
That is seems to be with every thrust
U make me beg for more
A robin sings a masterpiece
That lives and dies unheard
For screams of passion
A sound produced by two in love (oh, two in love)
Curtains dance and autumn plays on (and on and on)
The screams of passion
All I hear in my [head/hair]
Echoing like a volcano baby
The screams of passion
Back and forth the raging seas of lust
I want u madly
Cant u tell, cant u tell
Cant u tell, cant u tell, ow!
Take me in your arms, oh baby
The crime is done
Id rather die here in your
Screams of passion (woah, hold me now, baby)
Tell me that u [want/love] me (tell me that u [want/love] me)
Is it sunday or is it passion?
The screams of passion (the screams of passion, yeah)
The screams of... the screams of...
The screams of passion (passion)
Yeah! (shhh, not so loud, baby)
Yeah! (shhh, shhh)
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
The screams of... the screams of...
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
Back and forth the raging seas of lust
Raging, raging (the screams of passion)
U know I want u madly, baby
Why cant u tell?
Is it sunday?
I thought I heard a churchbell (or was it passion? )
Passion (yeah, yeah)
Passion
The screams of passion
Whatd u say baby?
Excuse me but is that your passion?
Do u want my passion?
Do u want my passion?
If u want my love
If u want my body baby
Let me hear u... let me hear u... let...
Let me hear u scream
I want some passion
U know what Im talkin about baby?
I want some passion
U got that baby?
I want some passion
Passion
song performed by by Prince
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Sex and the Sexy
The sexy one may not be sensuous.
The sensuous one may not be sexy.
Women of beauty often lack passion.
Women of passion lack beauty.
In the one, posture arouses.
In the other, the hormones demand.
12.08.2000, chennai.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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