Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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I have a regret as I couldn't ask her name!
An Angel who sqeezes my bony fingers
And I tell you frankly that I do not get any carnal feelings
Perhaps it's in a dream?
How smooth and cold her cheesy fingers
As I touched my entire life
The things that belonged to the rough category!
In the morning I found an asterisk mark
On my palm near by the life-line!
That signifies an Angel touched a Man?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Resurrection
There was a time
When i could breath my life in you
One by one
Your pale fingers started to move
And i touched your face
And all life was erased
You smiled like an angel
(falling from grace)
We've been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
We've been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
You kissed my lips
With those once cold fingertips
You reached out for me
And oh how you missed
You touched my face
And all life was erased
You smiled like an angel
(falling from grace)
We've been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
We've been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Resurrection
There was a time
When I could breath my life in you
One by one
Your pale fingers started to move
And I touched your face
And all life was erased
You smiled like an angel
(falling from grace)
Weve been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
Weve been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
You kissed my lips
With those once cold fingertips
You reached out for me
And oh how you missed
You touched my face
And all life was erased
You smiled like an angel
(falling from grace)
Weve been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
Weve been slaves to this love
From the moment we touched
And keep begging for more
Of this resurrection
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Our Lady Of Solitude
All summer long she touched me
She gathered in my soul
From many a thorn, from many thickets
Her fingers, like a weavers
Quick and cool
And the light came from her body
And the night went through her grace
All summer long she touched me
And I knew her, I knew her
Face to face
And her dress was blue and silver
And her words were few and small
She is the vessel of the whole wide world
Mistress, oh mistress, of us all
Dearly dead; queen of solitude
I thank you with my heart
For keeping me so close to thee
While so many, oh so many, stood apart
And the light came from her body
And the night went through her grace
All summer long she touched me
I knew her, I knew her
Face to face
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Woman Or Wine
It was the night we dine
And I beheld this sight
Desire I cannot fight
Woman or wine
Allure I wont decline
My fingers ran such smoothness
Heavens, what a goodness!
Woman or wine
I thought I was just fine
Till those smoothness touched my lips
And I clinged to the hips
Woman or wine
It was long past nine
As we stumbbled through the door
All I wanted was more
Woman or wine
Oh sorry state of mine
I was drunk with something sweet
And I know not what it is
Woman or wine
poem by Joseph Eli Atisu
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Music I Heard
Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.
Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.
For it was in my heart that you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,
—They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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She Is A Woman!
Woman is made great in gentleness
Woman is tender and soft in her acts
Woman speaks with deep sincerities
Woman expresses herself in kind ways
Woman assures everything is alright when it is not
Woman stands for her poise though there is doubt
Woman loves passionately like there is no end to it
Woman comforts even when a situation turns worst
Woman always stood for her precious
Woman always choose to be generous
Woman never point fingers at her betrayer
Woman never says no to a pleading stranger
She is a woman who remains anonymous
She is a woman who is indeed magnanimous!
poem by Jeline Loh
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Touch
Lay your fingers on these shiny strings
let's see what tomorrow brings.
Wrap your fingers around these sticks
transpose ancient code..to modern licks.
Upgrade your brain's 'input side'
and fire it up, we're going for a ride!
Touch of music
peace through you
in every musical thing you do
we are on the border
of creation's order
can you feel it now?
I believe it will reach..
every human soul
somehow.
poem by Robert Scott Cohn
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Unheard Music
Unheard Music (Mozart)
The fingers on my left hand move all by themselves
like they are playing piano that produces music
I cannot hear. I watch my fingers play but it makes no
sense so I try to stop by holding them still with my
right hand’s fingers. So I sit like a vicar contemplating
the Sunday sermon, a mild one who hasn’t an arsenal
of fire and brimstone speeches, but would rather talk
about the coming spring. My wife brings me a glass of
water and a pill, fingers rest, but I would liked to have
heard the music they played, for all I know it could
have been music brought to me in a dream by Mozart
who died so young that he can’t believe it yet, and
tries trough, me to play his latest masterpiece.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Grave who was my great grand ma
She was good woman she bring
us grace to the family
She was great friend and mom and sister
and great grand ma
She bought everyone in the family Grace
Grace was strong woman and nice and kind
and loving and caring and sweet
When she came in to our life she was
great in our life
She love me and everyone else when she
and ma say both love me
It was like Grace she bought me was in
my heart and soul
Grace was good woman and good person
who went to church
God needed my great grand ma to have things of
Grace be bring up their to everyone else like she
did here
God bought a good person in this world and to everyone
hearts Grace is my family and friend
Grace was strong and she was leader all of the family
She was great leader and good friend and family and
she was love and everyone will miss her and wish she
was still here with us
But Grace is with us and she live in us she a hero just
like my aunt is
We love Grace and my aunt and great grand pa and we
always will love these three strong people.
poem by Kristina Riggs
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The Woman In Me
Dancing close feeling restless
It's a slow and sultry night
It'll take a lifetime till sunrise if you won't stay with me tonight
Feel your breath caress my shoulder as your heart reads my mind
You don't have to tell me anything
I can see everything in your eyes
It's so easy with you
I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
Baby there's so much no man has ever touched of the woman in me
I might be trembling but I'm not scared
Just my desire breaking free
I've never had a chance like this before to unlock all the doors to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
Baby there's so much no man has even touched of the woman in me
Like the dark side of the full moon
I've never shown what I'm showing to you
It's so easy with you I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
It's so easy with you. I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm felling so free to be the woman in me
song performed by by Heart from Desire Walks On
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A Courtesy Cough
I’ve often imagined this situation
when we’re together alone.
I visualise this romantic setting,
with the soft lights and music tone.
We whispered love words of magic,
which set our hearts on fire.
Our fingers touched for connection
leading to an eager desire.
An even softer, more intimate whisper
brought our faces to touch,
and then our lips gently kissed,
which we desired oh, so much.
A longer kiss this time with passion
brought us a taste of ecstasy.
Our fingers fondled our hair and faces,
we behaved so excitedly.
Tempting naked necks invited kisses,
tongues touched for the first time.
Pulses raced and heart’s throbbed faster,
to each other we tasted like wine.
There was no thinking at this moment
of the consequences of stop and go.
Her father coughed as he entered the room,
which swiftly ended our flow.
poem by Orlando Belo
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A La Sappho
was it she who lives
on an island
alone whose desires
flow like a river
and yet the pain
persists
on every
rock that blocks
its rush towards
the sea where
her lover
on almond eyes
and tissue soft
fingers await
her to be
subdued by the
strength
of her touch
and kisses
that glow with
sapphire fire
this a la
sappho form
of love
woman to woman
grace to grace
limb to limb
until
all her desires
are lost
when the fire
of her womanly
form
subsides
between the
skinny arms
of her
beloved naked
facing her
with nothing
but fresh flowers
covering
her hair
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Woman In Me
Spoken:
You know baby
Im so happy to be here you and i
And I just wanna let you know
That Id follow you to the end of the world
And let you know that I care
And I want you to know that
If you need me Ill always be there
Dancin close feelin restless
Its a slow, sultry night
Itll be a lifetime til sunrise
If you dont stay with me tonight
(I) feel your breath caress my shoulder
As your heart reads my mind
You dont have to tell me anything
I can see everything
In your eyes
Its so easy with you
I dont need an excuse
To be the woman in me
Its so hard to believe
That Im feeling so free
To be the woman in me
Baby theres so much
No man has ever touched
Of the woman in me
Spoken:
I love you baby oh...
I might be tremblin but Im no scared
(its) just my desire, breaking free
Ive never had a change like this before
To unlock all the doors
To the woman in me
Its so easy with you
I dont need an excuse
To be the woman in me
Its so hard to believe
That Im feeling so free
To be the woman in me
Baby theres so much
No man has ever touched
Of the woman of me
Like the dark side of the full moon
(Ive) never shown, what im
Showing to you
Its so easy with you
I dont need a excuse
To be the woman in me
Its so hard to believe
That Im feeling so free
To be the woman in me
Its so easy with you
To be the woman in me
Its so easy with you
To be the woman in me
Its so easy with you
To be the woman in me
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Manic Depression
Manic depression is touching my soul
I know what I want but I just dont know
How to, go about gettin it
Feeling sweet feeling,
Drops from my fingers, fingers
Manic depression is catchin my soul
Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain
You make love, you break love
Its all the same
When its, when its over, mama
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
Well, I think Ill go turn myself off,
And go on down
All the way down
Really aint no use in me hanging around
In your kinda scene
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Frenzied Fingers Run Amuck
When I get you into my arms
I can't control the things that I do.
Fingers grab the hair on your head.
Fingers caress the small of your back.
Fingers travel down your spine
and back up again.
Fingers reach to all corners of your being,
quietly unnoticed at first,
but more frenzied with passing time.
Wild fingers travel your soul
with frenzied action that is hard to stop.
Uncontrollable fingers run wild
until you beg them to stop.
But even then, there's no counting on it.
These fingers like to run wild.
Whenever I place my fingers on you,
frenzied fingers run amuck.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
quote by John Dryden
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A Son Was Born To A Poor Peasant
A son was born to a poor peasant.
A foul old woman stepped inside
The hut, with trembling bony fingers
Clawing her tangled locks aside.
And when the midwife wasn't looking,
Across towards that babe she reached.
And with her gnarled, misshapen fingers
His cheek she very lightly touched.
Mumbling weird words and slowly tapping
Her crooked stick, she went away.
Nobody knew what charm she'd woven,
And so the years went duly by -
The secret spell came to fulfilment:
In life, much sorrow came to him
But happiness, and joy, and true love
Fled the dark sign upon the skin.
poem by Fyodor Sologub
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Dancing With The One-Legged...
Manson:...you're gonna have a bunch of angry kids.
Some Guy In the Audience: Well when you do go out to a club, that, you just
gotta watch yourself whatever you do. You just can't 'speckt to go out there
and just dance and don't get touched and non-violent because that's what it is.
The music--
Donahue: I, I don't see how you--
Some Guy In the Audience: If you get the music inside your soul, anything can
happen. You don't play the music, you can't get it. It's the music.
Donahue: The music?
Parent: Music is dangerous.
Concerned Citizen My sympathy for the parents...
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
My dreams are of a
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
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woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
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woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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