Softness with CanDy...
CanDy.....?
serve softness into
the twilight of stars that slide down rainbows
enrich softness warmed in a Milky Way
spiral sourced to promote dreamer’s significance
arouse the writer in waiting with inspired insights
to slip softness onto the glossary indescribable
as hmmmmmmmmmmmmmms and oooooooohhss and
arrrrrrrrrssssssssssssssssss hhhhuuu hhhhuuu hhhhh
Mneeennmmm ooooooooaaaahhhh
encompass softness in the word press of marshmallows
laid out as my mattress with fingers in alabaster coatings
to touch radiance against skins paleness
find softness in rainchecks raised as protectiveness
in the lightness of umbrella’s shield like warrior
against eccentric meltdowns or ozone holes
and then… CanDy be allowed… to
feather stroke in nimbleness my body to yours
so that every heart beat disappears to travel
continuance time clocked as period bells
sounding colour pastels uniqueness
imprinted as passion scent expressions
that can equal no other experience
in a safety warp of no regrets...
poem by Pssive W Nker
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My.....
My fragility is not differ from yours
I am more delicate or more sensitive
my debilities not reside on my body, in you
your fragility too!
My weakness is my heart wild
In the same compass
who beats in yours
your weakness too!
My softness is shield in my chest
the return of your echoes
that was blowing up in yours
your softness too!
Thanks to you
Thanks to us
for so many imperfection
All my, all your, all ours! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Let Our Knuckles Touch
Let our knuckles touch.
In ball fisted softness.
Once flung prepared to land a punch.
But not today.
This is a way we show we can be brothers.
Some sisters do this too.
And let our eyes stop rolling in our heads,
Like dice ready to shoot!
Let us fix our gaze.
And remove the pouts from our lips.
Experience our beauty...
Let us do!
Unstead of our ugliness.
Since so many of us,
Can no longer afford this 'trip'.
Let our knuckles touch.
In ball fisted softness.
Or open up our arms...
To welcome an embrace!
'Gimme sum-a dees...
'for I go up side yo head! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Softness Inside
The softness wavers
that is deep inside.
It teeters and wobbles
it just wants to hide;
From moments like these
when hardness breaks,
when a shard slips through
and softness awakes.
And then hope's shard
with all its might,
could just forge through
and show me light.
(Itajai - 24 January,2010)
poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker
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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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10:43 P.M. My Country's Time
another insomniac song
from a hard bone
wooing the softness
of your lightness
feather floating
on the winds of chances
let me sit and watch
when your feather
finally lands
on my lap
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Illusion As Cure
what i saw was an illusion
of love, my thighs are cold
longing for
a temporary sun
that can give it heat
for a while
and survive this
loneliness of the flesh
that thwarts what is real
this
longing that forever detaches
me from
what i could have been
a calm pond
a determined river
a still tree
a star unmoved by the wind
and shining
in the depths of unfathomable darkness
there is always a way to dislodge
what poisons my being
and this is where the illusion of images come
and i embrace them
make love to each color and scent
sway with its form
and obey the commands of those curves
and softness
it is only momentary
when i am lost
takes a very shallow moment
when i am in
a trance
i come back again
to the touch of my own hands
like waking up and
looking around the room
feeling anew to the colors and thickness of the drapes
the softness of the green carpet
where i lay
my exhausted body
it is nighttime still when i open the window
the city lights glow
i am speaking silently
to the mouth of my body
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Caveman Head
Feel my body breathing in
Touch the softness of my skin...
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful...
I am very beautiful
I could be successful...
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
Watch the way my hair falls down
See the way my hair falls down
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful
Touch the softness of my skin
Feel my body breathing in
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
My eyes are closing
My mouth is wide
I will let you touch me
If you want to touch me
song performed by by Eurythmics
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When i see you
When i see you in the morning your beauty overwhelms me
i long to wrap my arms around you
so you can press your softness so tight to me
the passion we have for each other fill all of my inner being
because i'm captured in your present
your eyes empty my very soul
the touch of your lips melt me
i will be forever frozen in time
ever thing else fades into nothing
poem by George Albot
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What he likes in her
What he likes in her is that she had his instincts:
He remembers he has strong arms and strong strumming fingers
His fingers sing like a man and
With a voice so penetrating to the notes of
Bold and pure love
Determined and purposeful
To her feminine softness
Scrutinizing inquisitive lips
His boldness to her inquisitive softness
His strong fingers opening her scrutinizing lips
And they always
Like said meeting of curiosities
Almost childlike, playful.
He surges on her softness as she lay like a helpless white defeated woman
He claims victory
But later he surrenders every part of him, his buttocks, his abdomen, his torso, and his legs
And even that which
Makes him importantly as a man conqueror
She receives him like a weak woman, helpless now
She stoops, she bows she crawls over him, in a change of positions
She keeps him strong.
She now conquers him, with a total surrender of everything she also owns
Her breasts, her neck, her lips, her hips, her mouth,
Both are lost, and both are looking for their important parts, afterwards
There is nothing under the bed, or this sofa.
It will take them a long time to recover the parts that seem to be
Unrecoverable.
Once, one part was inside her. Once one part
Deluded her mouth disguising as a hot food for dining.
She did not really mind, and she would not tell anyway,
Her mistake is intended for the pleasure of both, and there was no feeling
That something was wrong or even dirty.
It was so lovely, both concluded.
What he likes in her,
Her tight tonguetiedness.
Delights and more delights, for these coming nights.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prefer
Some women prefer the ape in men,
Makes them feel womanly, loved and well banged.
Some women prefer the softness of men,
Makes them feel more appreciated... after dinner.
Some women prefer the understanding of men,
makes them feel able top express whatever and whenever.
But a self-made woman just wants a man... for the frying pan...
The season's she will add as she Cook! em.
Ape, softness and understanding... are ways of behavior... and if any one of the three wants to gas...
Up here, all monkey business stops at the pump.
Plastic is not accepted.
(The management)
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Mozart Overture
this is quite different from
a trance
the music that curled in my sleep
on that soft blue sofa
foam, cotton, kapok softness
on my head some notes of
a lullaby
some notes getting into
my ears and my nostrils
a deep sleep
inhaling
this overture is quite different
it is the rising from this deep sleep of
kapok,
foamy softness
i rise and
stretch my hands to the ceiling
i wake up and
i hear
the notes come again like
dripping morning rain
from the nipa roof
falling on
some white pebbles
on my pavement
like my tears
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Missing those old times
moon
sun stars
clouds
trees
seas lakes
hills
are these all
that you can say?
there are those that
must be given: light, mist, waves,
depths, rolling
green
hanging cottons
we sometimes need to feel
what movements they have
drifting, wavering,
dive, thunder, lightning
softness of blue
softness of silk,
coldness of rain
and then let us move somewhere
into hands holding
our bodies side by side
against the coldness of the
ground and rocks
it is the intimacy that we lack
the sticky wetness
that we have forgotten
the entanglement of
lovely thoughts
the odor of dreams
the sweetness of our tongues
bones and cartilage
cinnamon and vanilla
sauce and pineapples
sugar and salt and the bitterness
of some herbs
all these ingredients
of life
they all make us whole again
not just stars and sun and moon
and sky
it is when we lie on the grass again
to see the maps of stars
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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mozart overture
this is quite different from
a trance
the music that curled in my sleep
on that soft blue sofa
foam, cotton, kapok softness
on my head some notes of
a lullaby
some notes getting into
my ears and my nostrils
a deep sleep
inhaling
this overture is quite different
it is the rising from this deep sleep of
kapok,
foamy softness
i rise and
stretch my hands to the ceiling
i wake up and
i hear
the notes come again like
dripping morning rain
from the nipa roof
falling on
some white pebbles
on my pavement
like my tears
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At The Back Of My Mind...
and so you ask
where is the place of the truth?
i do not wish to speak
but i know somehow when we are together
in the secret places of our
hearts
i do not look into your eyes
for they are pools of water that may drown me
there is no peace there
except some
suspicions
i touch your lips with the softness of my fingers
like they are roses
and i am but dew
i know where it is
but i will not tell you still
you cannot look back now
i am thrushing into
it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prayer (I)
Prayer the Church's banquet, angels' age,
God's breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth;
Engine against th'Almighty, sinner's tower,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six-days' world transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,
Exalted manna, gladness of the best,
Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,
The Milky Way, the bird of Paradise,
Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood,
The land of spices; something understood.
poem by George Herbert
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Feather Bed (Love Poem)
Softness envelopes you like a warm cloud
Sensuous touch brings us closer than skin
Time stops for almost endless moments as
We fly higher than the moon in the morning.
We are always good together methinks and
'Nothing can do us any harm'- like that song
We made out to from the White Album many
Years ago when you were just as beautiful
As you are today in our rumpled feather bed.
poem by Ian Beckett
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I Want Candy
I know a girl who's tough but sweet
She's so fine she can't be beat
Shes got everything that I desire
she sets the summer sun on fire
Chorus:
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
Goin' to see her when the sun goes down
There ain't no finer girl in town
You're my girl, You're what the doctor ordered
A treat so sweet ya make my mouth water
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
Candy on the beach, there's nothing better
But I like candy when it's wrapped in leather
Someday soon I'll make her mine
And then I'll have Candy all the time
I said..I said...
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers
He toned the sprightly beam of morning
With twilight meek of tender eve,
Brightness interfused with softness,
Light and shade did weave:
And gave to candor equal place
With mystery starred in open skies;
And, floating all in sweetness, made
Her fathomless mild eyes.
poem by Herman Melville
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I think there is only one quality worse than hardness of heart and that is softness of head.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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