Favorite Poems

[Sensual Woman]

Post your favorite poems here...love poems, silly poems, inspirational whatever you feel like...they can be ones you write, or someone else's (be sure to give proper credit though).

[Sensual Woman]

A Love For All Time

Breathless kisses
Burning touches
Soft-spoken words of love
Urgently spoken words of passion.
A man and a woman
One complete love
Since time began
Predestined to be as one.
We've been together before
In other lifetimes
We've fought dragons
And have been torn from each others arms
Yet our love prevailed.
We've walked on this earth many times together
Perhaps for a moment
Perhaps for years
But our heart is one heart
And we were meant to be.
So when our time on earth
Once again comes to a close
Have no worries my dear
For we will find each other again
And again
And again.
For our love is ageless
Eternal
A love for all time.

- Dawn Choike -

[Sensual Woman]

I Am Just A Normal Guy But All My Dreams Are Kinky
:lmao
I'm just a normal guy, just as plain as one can be.
My Mum & Dad were average folks, & that's how they raised me
I don't understand it, it's to normal things I'm geared
By day my life is sane, but at night my dreams are weird
I'm just a normal fella who goes off to work each day
I do my job, lunch with my mates, each week collect my pay
But in the night I dread the bed, each night is just the same
Cause all my dreams are kinky, one overnight sick game.
I'm dressed in a G-string tied in a bow
There's a chicken in a garter belt, Oh God no!
Birds fly by and wolf whistle overhead
Don't roll over there's a roo in the bed ...
15 Strippers all in a row
All with bra-straps ready to blow
One pretty lady dancin' in my lap
Don't you touch or you'll get a nasty slap.
I'm just a normal guy, just as plain as one can be.
My Mum & Dad were average folks, & that's how they raised me
I think one day when I was small, Ma dropped me in the sink
By day I'm just a normal sod, by all my dreams are kinked
I'd like to have a girlfriend, but it just never does work out
We get on fine until they find what my night dreams are about
Then they drop me like a stone, they say they can't compete
With nude three-breasted women with vibrators on their feet
Hippos in tutus, hot oil & cream
Chains and whips all to make me scream
Lizards & snakes all in strange places
They're gettin' it on & making lewd faces
When dreaming the nightclubs everywhere
Are chock full of animals in underwear
Teddy Bears in teddies, wombats in hot pants
All we need now is a couple thousand ants

I'm just a normal guy, just as plain as one can be.
My Mum & Dad were average folks, & that's how they raised me
My life could be near perfect, my life could be real fun
If only when I slept the chorus girls weren't dressed like nuns
I went to see a famous shrink, to straighten out my head
I told him if I can't get fixed I might as well be dead
He laid me down & said "tell me of your erotic dreams"
I said "One feather is erotic, not whole chickens soaked in cream!"
There are female wrestlers all covered in jelly
Exotic dancers doing things with their bellies
A cute sexy lady, covered in mud
Whispers in my ear with the voice of Elmer Fudd
There are strong males strippers with bricks in their jocks
With all those square corners they couldn't be socks
This stuff all around me is one kinky dream
Whatever you imagine I'm sure to have a theme
I guess it is my lot to life, can't beat it so I'll join
I suppose that they are only dreams they don't even cost a coin
So if at night you happen to hear me in my sleep
Just think, "that lucky bugger, is dancing naked tending sheep."
I'm just a normal guy, just as plain as one can be.
My Mum & Dad were average folks, & that's how they raised me
I don't under stand it, it's to normal things I'm geared
By day my life is sane, but at night my dreams are weird

S. L. (Woody) Meltcher

[Dsparate No More]

So...OK...I need to have my head examined....So???...This poem spoke to me in college and still speaks to me...Is that OK with you?...Stop badgering me!!...I like the friggin' poem...OK??!!



Daddy
by: Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.


From "Ariel", 1966
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[Alfa]

i love you much(most beautiful darling) - ee cummings

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky

-sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
no one can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year-

and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love

[Dsparate No More]

i love you much(most beautiful darling) - ee cummings

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky

-sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
no one can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year-

and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love

That is beautiful!...TY Fargo!!

[Sneaky]

So...OK...I need to have my head examined....So???...This poem spoke to me in college and still speaks to me...Is that OK with you?...Stop badgering me!!...I like the friggin' poem...OK??!!
DH- we can go to therapy together. That's on my list too. I heard a recording of her reading that poem? It haunting as hell. I love it. She was such a great talent.

[Dsparate No More]

DH- we can go to therapy together. That's on my list too. I heard a recording of her reading that poem? It haunting as hell. I love it. She was such a great talent.

OMG!!...I would have loved to hear her read it...I can only imagine...you just gave me goosebumps girl!!...
:hug:

[FizProf]

First Fig

My candle burns at both ends,
it will not last the night;
but, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!

Second Fig

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

Edna St Vincent Millay

[Sensual Woman]

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (http://www.amherst.edu/~rjyanco94/literature/elizabethbarrettbrowning/menu.html)
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; and equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire. And when I say at need
I love thee ... mark! ... I love thee---in thy sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low
In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures
Who love God, God acceps while loving so.
And what I feel, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.

[Domus]

...because two bodies, naked and entwined,
leap over time, they are invulnerable,
nothing can touch them, they return to the source.
There is no you, no I, no tomorrow,
no yesterday, no names, the truth of two
in a single body, a single soul,
oh total being...

Octavio Paz

[hank69]

"One look into your eyes and I'm hooked,

One smile from you and I melt,

One feel of your warmth and I get the chills,

One touch of you and you're all I think about,

One beat of your heart and mine beats twice as fast,

One touch of your body and I feel so secure,

One touch of your lips and I feel like you're mine forever,

One feel of your love and I feel like I am the only one for you,

now this is all true, that's why I LOVE YOU!"

Source Unknown

[Sensual Woman]

Love Defined

What is love, but an emotion,
So strong and so pure,
That nurtured and shared with another
All tests it will endure?

What is love, but a force
To bring the mighty low,
With the strength to shame the mountains
And halt time’s ceaseless flow?

What is love, but a triumph,
A glorious goal attained,
The union of two souls, two hearts
A bond the angels have ordained?

What is love, but a champion,
To cast the tyrant from his throne,
And raise the flag of truth and peace,
And fear of death o’erthrow?

What is love, but a beacon,
To guide the wayward heart,
A blazing light upon the shoals
That dash cherished dreams apart?

And what is love, but forever,
Eternal and sincere,
A flame that through wax and wane
Will outlive life’s brief years?

So I’ll tell it on the mountaintops,
In all places high and low,
That love for you is my reason to be,
And will never break or bow.

- Matt Dubois -

[Sensual Woman]

The Meaning

To love is to share life together
to build special plans just for two
to work side by side
and then smile with pride
as one by one, dreams all come true.

To love is to help and encourage
with smiles and sincere words of praise
to take time to share
to listen and care
in tender, affectionate ways.

To love is to have someone special
one who you can always depend
to be there through the years
sharing laughter and tears
as a partner, a lover, a friend.

To love is to make special memories
of moments you love to recall
of all the good things
that sharing life brings
love is the greatest of all.

I've learned the full meaning
of sharing and caring
and having my dreams all come true;
I've learned the full meaning
of being in love
by being and loving with you.

- Kellie Spehn -

[Sensual Woman]

For You Are The One

For you I would climb
The highest mountain peak
Swim the deepest ocean
Your love I do seek.

For you I would cross
The rivers most wide
Walk the hottest desert sand
To have you by my side.

For you are the one
Who makes me whole
You've captured my heart
And touched my soul.

For you are the one
That stepped out of my dreams
Gave me new hope
Showed me what love means.

For you alone
Are my reason to live
For the compassion you show
And the care that you give.

You came into my life
And made me complete
Each time I see you
My heart skips a beat.

For you define beauty
In both body and mind
Your soft, gentle face
More beauty I'll ne'er find.

For you are the one
God sent from above
The angel I needed
For whom I do love.

- Chris Messick -

[PunkyBob]

There was a hot babe without fear
Who would suck till yer tubes were quite clear
Then she took Punky on
Sucked too hard on his schlong
And his cum squirted out of her ears!

[Torin]

A Cry
by Sara Teasdale
Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
Only a voice.

Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,
And lips whereon his lips can lie,
But I must be till I am dead
Only a cry.


Enough
by Sara Teasdale
It is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him;
Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim.

I do not hope to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea --
It is enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me.


"I Am Not Yours"
by Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.




The Answer
by Sara Teasdale
When I go back to earth
And all my joyous body
Puts off the red and white
That once had been so proud,
If men should pass above
With false and feeble pity,
My dust will find a voice
To answer them aloud:

"Be still, I am content,
Take back your poor compassion --
Joy was a flame in me
Too steady to destroy.
Lithe as a bending reed
Loving the storm that sways her --
I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy."

[MagicalBeing]

I enjoyed them... thanks ...

A Cry
by Sara Teasdale
Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
Only a voice.

Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,
And lips whereon his lips can lie,
But I must be till I am dead
Only a cry.


Enough
by Sara Teasdale
It is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him;
Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim.

I do not hope to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea --
It is enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me.


"I Am Not Yours"
by Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.




The Answer
by Sara Teasdale
When I go back to earth
And all my joyous body
Puts off the red and white
That once had been so proud,
If men should pass above
With false and feeble pity,
My dust will find a voice
To answer them aloud:

"Be still, I am content,
Take back your poor compassion --
Joy was a flame in me
Too steady to destroy.
Lithe as a bending reed
Loving the storm that sways her --
I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy."

[Sneaky]

Enough
by Sara Teasdale
It is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him;
Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim.

I do not hope to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea --
It is enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me.





Torin, this one is very nice. Thank you for sharing.

[Han Solo]

Sex Bomb
by Sneaky

~Han Solo is the most awesome Stud Puppet who I will love until the end of time
~This is still a poem even though it's just one ryhme

[Sneaky]

Sex Bomb
by Sneaky

~Han Solo is the most awesome Stud Puppet who I will love until the end of time
~This is still a poem even though it's just one ryhme

:confused:I have no recollection of writing this poem. I wonder why?
Maybe because I didn't write it?!?!?:nu

[Han Solo]

:confused:I have no recollection of writing this poem. I wonder why?
Maybe because I didn't write it?!?!?:nu
FINE:rolleyes:....OK...I'll make a new one for you that is more appropriate to the anger in your last post:

~In order to shut up Solo in his mouth must be put a sock
~But I just can't do it cuz I'm in love with his magnificent...........


:sry Don't know how to NOT ryhme:o

[Sneaky]

FINE:rolleyes:....OK...I'll make a new one for you that is more appropriate to the anger in your last post:

~In order to shut up Solo in his mouth must be put a sock
~But I just can't do it cuz I'm in love with his magnificent...........


:sry Don't know how to NOT ryhme:o

.....and it likes to visit Nantucket
where he frequently asks me to......

I KNOW. I can't stop ryhming either!:sg

[Torin]

FINE:rolleyes:....OK...I'll make a new one for you that is more appropriate to the anger in your last post:

~In order to shut up Solo in his mouth must be put a sock
~But I just can't do it cuz I'm in love with his magnificent...........


:sry Don't know how to NOT ryhme:o


:lmao :lmao :lmao

[Han Solo]

.....and it likes to visit Nantucket
where he frequently asks me to......

I KNOW. I can't stop ryhming either!:sg
~With no beginning or end that poem just plain stunk
~Lucky for you I'm forced to love it because of what you do with my Junk:D

[Sneaky]

~With no beginning or end that poem just plain stunk
~Lucky for you I'm forced to love it because of what you do with my Junk:D

Taking care of your junk gets me my way...
So many advantages to being a good lay...:sc

[Shawn]

Roses are red ... Violets are blue

I am laughing my ass off thanks to you two

[Han Solo]

Taking care of your junk gets me my way...
So many advantages to being a good lay...:sc
~Thinking you get your way must the world's greatest prank
~You know the real boss is the giver of the spank

[Sneaky]

~Thinking you get your way must the world's greatest prank
~You know the real boss is the giver of the spank
I know that spank makes you want to yank
And soon it will be me you will need to thank:ok

[Han Solo]

I know that spank makes you want to yank
And soon it will be me you will need to thank:ok

~You'll get NO thanks because you've ruined this thread
~I think Senseless Woman might just punch you in the head:nu

[Sneaky]

~You'll get NO thanks because you've ruined this thread
~I think Senseless Woman might just punch you in the head:nu

You don't press the Thanks button just cuz you're pissy
And Sensual won't punch me, She'll call you a sissy.:crs

[Alfa]

Love's Secret - William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

[PunkyBob]

I must have a woman; it's getting extreme
My crotch will explode from too much pent-up steam
So I ask you for true
Could it possibly be you?
My God! That was one hell of a scream!

[Sensual Woman]

You don't press the Thanks button just cuz you're pissy
And Sensual won't punch me, She'll call you a sissy.:crs

yup.......:na

[Sensual Woman]

Roses are red ... Violets are blue

I am laughing my ass off thanks to you two

Me too....:lmao:lmao

[Alfa]

She Walks in Beauty - Lord Byron
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_c9nGX-DfzQ

She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to the tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One ray the more, one shade the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent
A mind at peace with all below,
A hear whose love is innocent.

[Sensual Woman]

Men In Toolbelts



For some all it takes is a man in the sack
but a man in a toolbelt is my aphrodisiac
The sight of that belt as it hangs off his hip
makes me lose my composure I can't get a grip

I pretend it's his mind I'm focused upon
But it's really his hammer that has me turned on
Men without toolbelts are really quite dull
My man wears a toolbelt or nothing at all


:D

- Donna Vickodil

[Tiglet]

i like my body when it is with your


i like my body when it is with your body.
It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

-ee cummings

[Sneaky]

Premenstrual Syndrome- Sharon H. Nelson

This is the time of the month when you find
your husband's a fool,
regret having children, wish
you had studied music, architecture, law anything but how
to get the potatoes, green beans, roast and rolls
all hot and on the table together.

This is the time of the month
when your patience has shrunk
to the size of a pea.

This is the time of the month when you discover:
the house you live in is unsuitable;
you'd rather throw out the dishes than wash them;
you've always detested ironing.

This is the time of the month when things you usually overlook irritate you to screaming;
when things you don't usually notice
take on proportions that drive you to a frenzy.

This is the time of the month
when you stomp
out of the house,
drive aimlessly around the city,
just to get away from the noise,
the electricity created by lives
rubbing up against each other,
and also,
to remember
the feel
of your own flesh
on your own bones.

This is the time of the month when everyone's wary,
when they smile slyly and shake their heads,
as if only they knew the name
of the dis-ease that afflicts you.

This is the time of the month
when doctors are kind to you,
prescribe tablets and capsules and liquids and rest,
are in sympathy
with those who must
live with this anguish, this tension,
this unfortuanate physiological response to a genetic program,
that seems to provoke
whitchery, bitchery, shadow, and shades in
otherwise perfectly respectable folk.

What if
this is the time of the month
when your perceptions are sharpest?

What if
this is the time of the month when
the illusions you hug round you,
warm and comforting and thick as a rug,
flap in the chill wind of seeing
what actually is?

What if
this is the time of the month when
the normal, the usual, are revealed
as the lies you tell yourself
three hundred and thirty days of the year?

What if
this is the time of the month when
the tears you haven't time for well up, overflow,
and you know, as surely as you know
what time of the month it is,
that your husband's a fool,
you regret having children,
you wish to study music?

What if?

[Sneaky]

They Went Home- Maya Angelou

They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But...They went home.

They said my house was licking clean,
no word I spoke was ever mean,
I had an air of mystery,
But...They went home.

My praises were on all men's lips
they like my smile, my wit, my hips,
they'd spend one night, or two or three,
But...

[Sneaky]

Poem untitled- Lady Isle

Because we suspected
the pillow would say 'I know',
we slept without it.
Nevertheless my name
is being badied like dust.

[hank69]

I could shed a thousand tears
Hold you close to calm your fears
Tell you I would die for you
Swim the ocean oh so blue
Stand by you when times are bad
Comfort you when you are feeling sad
Catch a falling star for you
Help to make your dreams come true
Hold your hand when we’re walking out
Never start a fight or shout
Never say “I don’t like your favourite song”
Always admit whenever I’m wrong
I’ll open every door for you
Be thinking about you in whatever I do
Always be there with a smile on my face
Forever admiring your beauty and grace
All of these things I willingly do
To show you how deep my love is for you.

[Big O]

My favorites are the ones that start out......

"I once knew a girl from Nantucket"........

[Sensual Woman]

My favorites are the ones that start out......

"I once knew a girl from Nantucket"........

Well go on, don't stop there.....:ok

[Domus]

thinking of you... (u got me)

late night toughts
your the only thing on my mind
my mind body and soul craves you
want to feel you
see you
kiss you...from head to toe real slow
nibbling licking
satisfying your every need
thinking of you being here with me
no one here but me nd you
staring at you... my eyes undressing you
hands caressing your sexy body ( traveling from your sclap to the nape of your neck to your back)
lips kissing yours slowly (lusting yet lovingly)
taking off every article of clothes you have on
wanting you fully naked hot horny and ready for me
push you against the wall pinning you so you cant move kissing your neck and nibbling on your ear
and grinding my hips on yours
spreading my legs so you can feel what you do to me
taking your hand and leading you to the shower (your favorite place)
again pushin you against the tile and undress myself and mount you
taking control you making you use all your senses
touching smelling hearing sight tasting
feeling you deep inside of me riding you tempo so rediclious
p***y muscles tight squeezing you hearing you gasp and i wind my hips
kiss your lips and hold your shoulders tight scratching your back
sweat forming on your brow as you move in deep water running down our bodies
moaning and groaning
you stepping out the shower with me still on you
on the bed still going at it while the shower is still running
wet bodies sticking to the sheets
archng my back as you giv it to me pullingmy hands over my head
kissing my breast.....
moaning ummmmmm aghhhhhh yesssss your the best
as you tell me i told you that you was guuna love our study session
making our body rock to our body music
working every part of our body
breath no where to be found..... deep intake and sharp outtake of breth
giving it all t you as you give it all to me
feel you sweling inside of me as you hit the right spots
so hot so sweating enjoying every second minuet and hour
as you pick me up and take me to the dresser never stopping the flow
as we flow bodya colliding looking as one
rocking back and forward sensations and vibrations
legs locked hips thrusting lips together
climax so intense trying to stay still but cant so loud so fullfilling
......
damn all that came to mind just thinking of you (you got me babi *wink*)

by j babi

[Sneaky]

The Naked Truth- S. Minanel

They say our appearance really counts
that doesn't seem quite fair-
if by wearing silk, my value mounts
what happens when I'm bare?

[Tiglet]

W.H. Auden. Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

[Domus]

The Naked Truth- S. Minanel

They say our appearance really counts
that doesn't seem quite fair-
if by wearing silk, my value mounts
what happens when I'm bare?

beautiful poem...thank you...:)

[Alfa]

Longing - Matthew Arnold

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

[MCat]

I could shed a thousand tears
Hold you close to calm your fears
Tell you I would die for you
Swim the ocean oh so blue
Stand by you when times are bad
Comfort you when you are feeling sad
Catch a falling star for you
Help to make your dreams come true
Hold your hand when we’re walking out
Never start a fight or shout
Never say “I don’t like your favourite song”
Always admit whenever I’m wrong
I’ll open every door for you
Be thinking about you in whatever I do
Always be there with a smile on my face
Forever admiring your beauty and grace
All of these things I willingly do
To show you how deep my love is for you.

:sngLove you Honey.....

[angelis]

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

[angelis]

Robert Burns
My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

[solonelylady]

A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

John Donne

AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

[One Song Hero]

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Robert Burns
My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
Lovely Angelis, I am left but a pool of a man by the words and love you express, repeated and new. Your heart to mine, then mine to yours, I've completely melted, melting thoroughly into you.

I love you. :sng

[kay1965]

A BETTER TOMORROW



I never knew there would be a better tomorrow
But you've come into my life and taken away all my sorrow
My days of sadness are a thing of the past
Because I have found true love at last
My days of emptiness are gone for good
Because you fill a void in my heart that you should You've opened a window
You've shown me the light
And my love for you will continue to burn bright.

[kay1965]

A POEM FOR A SPECIAL SOMEONE

Dcowboy09 ,Thanks for being the caring person that you are , I will always cherish you for the talks that we have had .

You are my inspiration
having you in my life
revived my sleeping devotion
You are indeed a special someone

Loving you gives me hope
to free this misery that I coped
in those times I gave up
You came and I stood up

Never will I forget
how you always cheer me up
every time I am sad
and for that I am glad

Whenever I am lonely
You were there for me
keeping my heart alive
with your every smile

I dedicate this poem to you
to show how much you meant
to me I love you
My special someone

[scoobertina]

Dance with your heart
Dance with your heart,
and your feet will follow,
Dance in your mind,
like there's no tomorrow,
Dance to the music,
that nobody hears,
Laugh while you dance,
and you'll dance for years.

Author unknown

[scoobertina]

I'VE GOT YOUR BACK

I am a small and precious child, my dads been sent to fight.
The only place I'll see his face, is in my dreams at night.
He will be gone too many days for my young mind to keep track.
I may be sad, but I am proud. My daddy's got your back.

I am a caring mother. My son has gone to war.
My mind is filled with worries that I have never known before.
Everyday I try to keep my thoughts from turning black.
I may be scared, but I am proud. My son has got your back.




I am a strong and loving wife, with a husband soon to go.
There are times I'm terrified in a way most never know.
bite my lip, and force a smile as I watch my husband pack.
My heart may break, but I am proud. My husband's got your back.




I am a soldier. Serving proudly, standing tall.
I fight for freedom, yours and mine by answering this call.
I do my job while knowing, the thanks it sometimes lacks.
Say a prayer that I'll come home. It's me whose got your back.
Auther Unknown

[angelis]

This poem is dedicated to my most favorite Monty Python fan!!!! :sng


Port Shoem
by The
Speverent Rooner

I've a Gouse and Harden in the country
An ace I call my plown,
A treat I can replace to
When I beed to knee alone.
Catterfly and butterpillar
Perch on beefy lough
And I listen to the dats and cogs
As they mark and they biaow.
Yes wature here is nunderful
There is no weed for nords,
While silling by my windowflutter
Biny little tirds.

[Sensual Woman]

Dance Of Terror

by Justbleu

Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soul
A mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this we see?

[Sensual Woman]

She Feels Your Fears

If your missing someone or something...
You find it!
Never hide behind it.
If she makes you wipe your tears.
It's only because she feels your fears,...
And it proves she's worth it.
You just have to Make it real instead of just rehearsing it.
When you hold her hand and you feel her heart beat.
You raise your drinks in join in cheers.
Even if you feel the tears!
After everyone leaves she will bring the heat.
You will kiss her lips but scream inside for relief.
The tears are still there.
They appear while she is upon you in mid air
You can only feel them because you care.
Why wont they leave?
It's worse then the cut n bleed Pet peeve...
1. You would kill for her.
2. Die for her.
3. You would even lie for her.
But when the day comes where those tears go away.
Will be the day you begin to pay for the real pain.

Written By Josh Binder

[Sensual Woman]

It Will Never Be The Same

by Josie (http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=366716)

Living alone
Without him
Life is dark
The light is dim
But its not enough
To lead the way
Making mistakes
Day by day
Taking a turn
You know was wrong
And suffering from pain
For way too long
He cant control you
In times like these
You cant get his help
Even begging on your knees
Then one day
He yells and scolds
You know what you have to say
Though your heart turns cold
You speak your mind
And he gets so mad
You cry and your scared
As the moment gets bad
She stands in the door
But she doesnt jump in
Watching him enrage with anger
As your air supply gets thin
Then he gets off your chest
Right when you think your dead
He yells at you to get up
Then hits you again in the head
You struggle to your feet
As your nose and mouth start to bleed
You want to go home
But he wont let you leave
The weekends over
You go home with some bruises
You cover them up with lies
Hes done what he chooses
But time goes by
And life goes on
And he doesnt wonder
Why your gone

[Thumpintwin]

After reading that last one, I thought of this. Just remember your strength ladies.



Rudyard kipling

The Female of the Species

1911

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the other's tale
--The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations-worm and savage otherwise,
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger --- Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue -- to the scandal of The Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity -- must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions -- not in these her honour dwells.
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions -- in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges -- even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons -- even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish -- like the Jesuit with the squaw!

So it cames that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice -- which no woman understands.

And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern -- shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.

[Sensual Woman]

Love feels no burden,
thinks nothing of trouble,
attempts what is above its strength,
pleads no excuse of impossibility...
It is therefore able to undertake all things,
and it completes many things,
and warrants them to take effect,
where he who does not love would faint and lie down.
Love is watchful and sleeping, slumbereth not.
Though weary, it is not tired;
though pressed, it is not straitened;
though alarmed, it is not confounded...

- Thomas A. Kempis -

[sweet]

Phenomenal Woman
by Maya Angelou


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

[FizProf]

William Shakespeare


(http://www.william-shakespeare.info/site-map.htm)
Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

[FizProf]

And here is a scene in the film "Venus" in which Peter O'Toole's reads Sonnet XVIII

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHwI-ra05pM&feature=related

[Domus]

Your Feet

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

Pablo Neruda

[Sensual Woman]

Wings To Fly
How can I always lend a hand
But ignore the cries within myself
It brings me joy to bring you a smile
But my emptiness still sits up on the shelf

Inside my heart will always bleed
But I will never let it be shown on my face
Only the tear that falls down my cheek
Will give you a glimpse, a shadow, a trace

I suffocate when I try to breathe
The chains you gave won't let my body go
I have dreams, and needs, and wants
My body is numb, I think maybe you should know

I struggle with my demons each day
You feed them while you slowly watch me die
Please let me be and please set me free
I want to smile as I look up at the sky

I want the moon to brighten the night
I want the clouds to pass me on by
I want the stars to guide me to heaven
And I want wings to life me and fly

- Unknown

[cheerymissy_34]

Edgar Allan Poe


A Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, to deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

[cheerymissy_34]

Phenomenal Woman
by Maya Angelou


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.


ohhhhh yes this is one of my fav. too

[Sensual Woman]

Pain Has Never Left

For an Eternity I’ve felt anger

For a lifetime I’ve felt Pain
I feel pain for the little girl in me that had to grow up before her time
I feel pain for the teenager that never got the chance to have friends to lime
I feel pain for the young woman who everyone used trickery and deceit on
I feel pain for the adult who gave her hold life and soul to carry her baby
I feel pain for the adult who had her baby to early and prayed for him to survive
I feel pain for the woman who watched her son fight to stay with her
I feel pain for the woman who never got to hold him and tell him everything was going to be ok
I feel pain for the soul who watched her son died with doing anything to help him

Today I still feel a stifling pain
Towards the people who should have protected me and did not
I feel pain for lashes life dealt me
I feel pain for the friends that used me, hurt me both body and soul
I feel pain for the child, girl, woman who could not bring herself to hate anyone
I feel pain that even after every painful event in my life I could still pray and forgive
I feel pain all over, a pain that may never leave my life

Lisa Roberts

[kay1965]

A Burning Touch OF Love

Author: Lourdes S.

My love,
Are you still mine?
'Cause there are many...
Fantasy thoughts going through my head,
As all I do is think of you...
As I've hungered,
For your loving burning touch,
As I need your love so badly,
Now till the end of time,
I am waiting for you with open arms
To embrace you with wings of love,
To hold you deep within my soul,
To kiss you without control.
Just being near you,
And be able to behold your touch,
Takes me to another dimension,
But, time just moving so slowly,
To feel the heat of your passions.
I do want you to know...
I will always love you,
That you are all I have ever long for,
And crave, and yearn...
That you are the man of my dreams,
The one I have searched all my life,
That every day, more and more,
I'm falling deeply in love with you!

[Domus]

The Aging Penis

My nookie days are over;
My pilot light is out.
What used to be my sex appeal;
Is now my water spout.

Time was when of its own accord;
From my trousers it would spring.
But now I have a full time job;
To find the blasted thing.

It used to be embarrassing;
The way it would behave.
For every single morning;
It would stand and watch me shave.

As old age approaches;
It sure gives me the blues.
To see it hang its withered head;
And watch me tie my shoes...

[Big O]

I'm not much of a poem guy. I guess that's why I will never be a song writer, but I remember a book that I used to read to me son a lot at bedtime called "Goodnight Moon". It was written in a lyric/poem type of way and I always loved reading that book to my son. Especialy when he would follow along with me. (Probably from memory)

[Sensual Woman]

Lost

by Arielle

I don’t know if you’re pushing me away or pulling me closer
I don’t know where I stand
I don’t know what you want from me
Or if you care at all

Your words lash out and hurt
Then lovingly draw me in
I don’t know what you want from me
Do you want this to end

Don’t turn tables
Or place this on me
Just come out and tell me
What it is you want

I can’t read minds
I don’t know where I stand
Are you pushing me away
Or are you going to finally let me in

[fever]

What Every Woman Should Have:



One old boyfriend you can imagine going back to (even if you wouldn't) and one who reminds you of how far you've come.
Enough money within your control to move out and rent a place on your own, even if you never want or need to.
Something perfect to wear if the employer or man of your dreams wants to see you in an hour.
A purse, a suitcase and an umbrella you're not ashamed to be seen carrying.
A youth you're content to move beyond.
A past juicy enough that you're looking forward to retelling it in your old age.
A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill and a black lace bra.
One friend who always makes you laugh and one who lets you cry.
A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in your family.
Eight matching plates, wineglasses with stems and a recipe for a meal that will make your guests feel honored.
A resume that is not even the slightest bit padded.
A feeling of control over your destiny.
A skin care regime, an exercise routine and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that don't get better after 30.
A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better.

Every Woman Should Know:



How to fall in love without losing yourself.
How you feel about having kids.
How to quit a job, break up with a man and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
When to try harder and when to walk away.
How to kiss a man in a way that communicates perfectly what you would and wouldn't like to happen next.
How to have a good time at a party you'd never choose to attend.
How to ask for what you want in a way that makes it most likely you'll get it.
That you can't change the length of your calves, the width of your hips or the nature of your parents.
That your childhood may not have been perfect, but it's over.
What you would and wouldn't do for love or money.
How to live alone, even if you don't like it.
Who you can trust, who you can't, and why you shouldn't take it personally.
Where to go - be it your best friend's kitchen table or a charming inn hidden in the woods - when your soul needs soothing.
What you can and can't accomplish in a day, a month, and a year.
Why they say life begins at 30.

[evolve]

your airplanes

I.

over breakfast,
my father asks what you see in me.

I bite the inside of my cheek,

shove a forkful of pancakes into my mouth,
notice the salt shaker eyeing my wounds.
II.

you launch "I love yous"
from a Brooklyn fire escape.

they travel 3,000 postcard miles
and collapse into my ear, exhausted.

I pinch their noses,
breathe new life into their lungs,
fold them into airplanes,

send them back to you
and wait.
III.

there isn't a building
taller than two stories
here in Orange County.
not a single fire escape.

no point in jumping.
the worst that could happen
is a broken leg or heart.

this is why the sad kids get
so goddamn creative around here.

the mayor's son rigged his noose
to raise with the garage door
when the Mercedes came home.

a nine-year old leapt into the lion's cage
at Prentice Park Zoo after
her dog was hit by a car.
IV.

on our wedding day,
when I tell you "I do,"

it's because I do.

it's because you understand
how ten-thousand dollar apologies
still keep fathers worthless,

it's because my ribcage expands
every time I think of you,

it's for all the things
you see in me

and pretending
not to notice.

Rachel McKibbens

[Domus]

Ode 911

On the day I die, when I’m being
carried toward the grave, don’t weep.

Don’t say, “He’s gone! He’s gone!”
Death has nothing to do with going away.

The sun sets and the moon sets,
but they’re not gone. Death
is a coming together.

The tomb looks like a prison,
but it’s really release
into Union.

The human seed goes down in the ground
like a bucket into the well where Joseph is.

It grows and comes up full
of some unimagined beauty.

Your mouth closes here
and immediately opens
with a shout of joy there...

[Agent]

Not sexual...but I like "The Bells".

[Domus]

Candle Light

Love is like a candlelight,
Glowing in the dark
The warmness kindles
From a tiny spark.

The light is soft at first,
Then, it grows bright,
For some, it grows over time,
For some, it's love at first sight.

If not taken care of,
The flame will slowly die
And when it's gone, it leaves you
Sitting there, wondering, why?

[fly]

Terry, terry quite contrary
how does your garden grow?

[Tiglet]

One of many.....

So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh.
-A.A. Milne

[Sensual Woman]

For Ally...

REMEMBERING

Go ahead and mention my child
The one that died, you know
Don't worry about hurting me further
The depth of my pain doesn't show.

Don't worry about making me cry
I'm already crying inside
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.

I'm hurt when you just keep silent
Pretending it doesn't exist
I'd rather you'd mention my child
Knowing that she has been missed.

You ask me how I'm doing I say
"pretty good" or "fine"
But healing is something on-going
I feel it will take a lifetime.

By Elizabeth Dent

[cyclops]

There was a man from Kent,
who had a penis so long it bent,
it was so much trouble,
that he kept it double,
and instead of coming he went.

Anon

[Shawn]

Little Boy Blue
He needed the money

A.D. Clay

[midnightlover]

daffodils...
"Daffodils" (1804)
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth (http://www.blupete.com/Literature/Biographies/Literary/Wordsworth.htm) (1770-1850).
_______________________________

[learman3]

Will I get spanked for this one?

There once was a man from Nantucket.
Who's D*** was so long he could....


Well you get the idea.

I know I'm terrible.

[redchuck]

CUT FLOWER

I'm a cut flower.
I die by the hour.
I miss my roots.

I drink short strength---
Can't go the whole length
Of a flower's season.

I know I could grow
With one I might know
or knew in the past.

I've lost my aroma.
I live in a coma---
Dreaming earlier life.

cb

[redchuck]

I'll just keep writing,
Pretending that my drivel
Has minimal worth.

cb

[dino2]

The Andrew Dice Clay collection of the 80's is some of the finest poetry...

[redchuck]

I loved you.
Nourished a hope
That chivalric patience
Would win in the end.

I grieved for you.
When bottle glass
Bled your wrists
I cried for you, friend.

I smoked and danced,
I skated and danced;
I reveled in meaning
When you I romanced.

My friend, my lover,
My unfair doubter,
My judge and my jury,
My soul is in dreary
Death...missing you.

cb

[Sneaky]

Quietly-by George Bilgere

Lying here quietly beside you,
My cheek against your firm, quiet thighs,
The calm music of Boccherini
Washing over us in the quiet,
As the sun leaves the housetops and goes
Out over the Pacific, quiet—
So quiet the sun moves beyond us,
So quiet as the sun always goes,
So quiet, our bodies, worn with the
Times and penances of love, our
Brains curled, quiet in their shells, dormant,
Our hearts slow, quiet, reliable
In their interlocked rhythms, the pulse
In your thigh caressing my cheek. Quiet.

[redchuck]

She loves me like
One loves cut flowers.
She smells my essence,
Admires my beauty,
Extracts my nectar,
Displays me;
But ignores my fade.

cb

[redchuck]

An inevitable wilting
Because I am cut
And owned and am
No longer rooted in life.

cb

[redchuck]

She roots me in water,
Weak, insipid water
That perks me artificially
But denies that
I will die.

[redchuck]

And I have died.
And I no longer love
Because I am a cut flower
And the gardener is
Clueless.

cb

[Tndream]

Kisses are sweetest under covering hair, And whispers in its woven twilight best; As flowery boughs above the chirping nest Make sweet and sacred all the darkened air Wherein abide the soft-secluded pair, And know in the warm fragrance where they rest The small heart beating in the downy breast Each of its mate:--a Paradise they share. This is a longing of the human heart After that dream, an Eden all for two, Some lonely island 'mid the ocean's blue Where Love may sport, and laugh, and kiss apart. Therefore it was a moment past I drew Thine hair about mine eyes, Eve that thou art.

Sorry,
Don't remember the poets name,
But this is my favorite.

[Inapinch]

Stopping By a Wood on a Snowy Evening ~ Robert Frost

[Sneaky]

Night Flight-by George Bilgere

I am doing laps at night, alone
In the indoor pool. Outside
It is snowing, but I am warm
And weightless, suspended and out
Of time like a fly in amber.

She is thousands of miles
From here, and miles above me,
Ghosting the stratosphere,
Heading from New York to London.
Though it is late, even
At that height, I know her light
Is on, her window a square
Of gold as she reads mysteries
Above the Atlantic. I watch

The line of black tile on the pool's
Floor, leading me down the lane.
If she looks down by moonlight,
Under a clear sky, she will see
Black water. She will see me
Swimming distantly, moving far
From shore, suspended with her
In flight through the wide gulf
As we swim toward land together.

[redchuck]

I have lost all courage
To stand up to anyone.
What makes me think
I'd rise to the occasion
With a bar pick-up?

cb

[redchuck]

I have lost all obedience
To a God I once walked with.
What makes me think
He cant see through
My feeble excuses?
cb

[redchuck]

I have lost all boundaries
With people in my life.
What makes me think
I can "wall off" from my wife
And "open range" with others?

cb

[redchuck]

They have lost all hearing
For a psychic song I've been singing.
What makes them think
That I am so musical
To sing a single melody?

cb

[redchuck]

Go ahead. Surprise me. Sneak up on me!
You can't! My fantasies are vigilant.
I have already written the script---
Like a physician, I have prescribed Life
...in a bottle...in a capsule...
...in the gut...What a rut!

cb

[redchuck]

You can't surprise me. I've pre-seduced you.
I've assigned your lines---and admired your curves!
Don't pop my bubble with your unique quirks.
Don't washboard my road with your starts and your jerks.
I'm the scripter and predictor.
Me---the actor; you---reactor.

cb

[redchuck]

But you could do something, you cruel nothing.
You could embody yourself in a girl...
Could pick up on my telepathic cues.
Could read my mind and neutralize these blues.
Don't be a ghost; become my host.
Spread your jam on my morning toast!

cb

[redchuck]

You could lightning my landscape unforeseen.
Scatter my pollen or invade my dream.
Just transpose my harmonics---on that note---
Give this orator a frog in his throat.
Break my rhyme at an awkward time
Else I'll glub in my own fictional slime.

cb

[Rays]

There she stands before me in all her majestic splendor,
like a beautiful Geisha ready to catch the eye of her lover;
and here I sit in admiration of God's handiwork.
She has done more than catch my eye.
She has captured my heart!
Yet as I sit here playing the game, stealing my glances, I desire so much more.
I want the make-up off, the jewelry put away, and the clothes slowly dropped to the floor until she is standing there, naked and unashamed, all her imperfections now perfected in my site.

~Jimmy Love~

[Sneaky]

Asking For Directions- Linda Gregg
We could have been mistaken for a married couple
riding on the train from Manhattan to Chicago
that last time we were together. I remember
looking out the window and praising the beauty
of the ordinary: the in-between places, the world
with its back turned to us, the small neglected
stations of our history. I slept across your
chest and stomach without asking permission
because they were the last hours. There was
a smell to the sheepskin lining of your new
Chinese vest that I didn't recognize. I felt
it deliberately. I woke early and asked you
to come with me for coffee. You said, sleep more,
and I said we only had one hour and you came.
We didn't say much after that. In the station,
you took your things and handed me the vest,
then left as we had planned. So you would have
ten minutes to meet your family and leave.
I stood by the seat dazed by exhaustion
and the absoluteness of the end, so still I was
aware of myself breathing. I put on the vest
and my coat, got my bag and, turning, saw you
through the dirty window standing outside looking
up at me. We looked at each other without any
expression at all. Invisible, unnoticed, still.
That moment is what I will tell of as proof
that you loved me permanently. After that I was
a woman alone carrying her bag, asking a worker
which direction to walk to find a taxi.

[Tndream]

It's winter in Colorado,
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles per hour
At thirty five below.

Oh, how I love Colorado,
When the snow is up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll stick around
I could never leave Colorado,
I'm frozen to the friggin ground!

[MCat]

You're my man, my mighty king,
And I'm the jewel in your crown,
You're the sun so hot and bright,
I'm your light-rays shining down,

You're the sky so vast and blue,
And I'm the white clouds in your chest,
I'm a river clean and pure,
Who in your ocean finds her rest,

You're the mountain huge and high,
I'm the valley green and wide,
You're the body firm and strong,
And I'm a rib bone on your side,

You're an eagle flying high,
I'm your feathers light and brown,
You're my man, my king of kings,
And I'm the jewel in your crown.

- Nima Akbari -

[OnceAKing]

You're my man, my mighty king,
And I'm the jewel in your crown,
You're the sun so hot and bright,
I'm your light-rays shining down,

...

- Nima Akbari -


Oh Christy you are absolutely so special and precious to me. I Love You!

[Charmed]

You gotta love this :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6T5X8SXpx8

[Sofia]

PABLO NERUDA

Poem # 20

Twenty Love Poems: And a Song of Despair

Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, "The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

[desertbear7]

Remember

What is it we seek
a chance, a glance
a look to the heavens for peace

No, just the moment when love takes that leap
You sigh , you cry , you hope it will never leave
and then you reach wits end
just when
You remember

You remember
the soft feel of a newborn baby's skin
and they're gentle sigh as they sleep
you remember
as your heart lets you see
for then it skips a beat

You remember
how your heart did dance to that first kiss
that soft caress upon your cheek
so you hold true that love is not through
because you remembered

it lifts you
it holds you
remember?
your doubts leave
your tears do dry
and that beautiful smile
of mind, body and soul returns to you once more
for you remembered

So when fear comes to call
push it aside and
Remember

Remember
to open your heart
don't close it inside
let it see
for your heart
will always remember what you put to sleep
so remember
just as that last ray of sunlight
dances across the sky and sea
that you are never alone
for you have your heart and Me

Remember
always my sweet
for I am the one who is still kneeling at your feet
yes to hold you
yes to comfort you
and to carry you should you need
just remember

That's all I ask of thee
is to
Remember

[midnightlover]

I would have to say The Highway Man... Tragic and very romantic!


http://www.thehighwaymanmovie.com/highwaymanpoem.html

[Tiglet]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost

[Curiousoneonly]

The Dash

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end

He noted that first came her date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?


By Linda Ellis

[Sensual Woman]

Express Total Despair

How does one express a state of total despair?
Despairing of happiness, of escape, though
suspecting things will look okay in retrospect

Yet within the present moment, only black boredom
presents its demented face, sucking all hope and
goodness from the air - leaving me in

Deeper, darker despair than before – this moment a
floating scene in hell, despair in my mind, blackness
in my heart, hating it, hating this event

Caught in a never-ending spiral of bored despair…

Jean Smith

[scoobertina]

Never Alone

by Rodney Belcher


I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your thought is with me
With each decision I make

You'd been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look

Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever

Although you've left
And now walk above
I'm never alone
I'm wrapped in your love

Enjoy now your long waited reward
Feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you've gone

[redchuck]

"Let us uncork all our bottled up happiness." Pable Neruda

[redchuck]

"A simple glance might light the spark of love." Xuan Quynh

[redchuck]

"To hell with politics/ with the stock market! Come lie next to me/ I give you my body on credit/ my soul on the layaway plan."

Radmila Lazic

[tadpole]

THE JOURNEY

As I travel the miles
down life’s road,
I notice things--
things of wonder,
things of sorrow, things of joy.
This road is never ending.
It is a journey to different worlds,
different places--
some familiar, some scary.
But no matter where this road
takes me,
I know I am a Somebody,
Simply because I attempted
the journey.

[Brink]

I Hid My Love
John Clare (1793 - 1864)


I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly,
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at the light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where'er I saw wild a flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.

I met her in the greenest dells,
Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
The bee kissed and went by,
A sunbeam found a passage there,
A goldchain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long.

I hid my love in field and town
till e'en the breeze would knocked me down;
the bees seemed singing the ballads o'er,
The fly's bass turned a lion's roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.

[Brink]

How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, all of my life! - and, if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death.

[Midwest girl]

Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!


- Emily Dickinson (http://www.poetseers.org/early_american_poets/emily_dickinson)

[Midwest girl]

absolutely one of my favorite poems and it holds much meaning for me:



A poem by Yehudah ha-Levi


Into my eyes he lovingly looked,
My arms about his neck were twined,
And in the mirror of my eyes,
What but his image did he find? Upon my dark-hued eyes he pressed
His lips with breath of passion rare.
The rogue! 'Twas not my eyes he kissed;
He kissed his picture mirrored there.

[scoobertina]

Human Life’s Mystery

We sow the glebe, we reap the corn,
We build the house where we may rest,
And then, at moments, suddenly,
We look up to the great wide sky,
Inquiring wherefore we were born…
For earnest or for jest?

The senses folding thick and dark
About the stifled soul within,
We guess diviner things beyond,
And yearn to them with yearning fond;
We strike out blindly to a mark
Believed in, but not seen.

We vibrate to the pant and thrill
Wherewith Eternity has curled
In serpent-twine about God’s seat;
While, freshening upward to His feet,
In gradual growth His full-leaved will
Expands from world to world.

And, in the tumult and excess
Of act and passion under sun,
We sometimes hear—oh, soft and far,
As silver star did touch with star,
The kiss of Peace and Righteousness
Through all things that are done.

God keeps His holy mysteries
Just on the outside of man’s dream;
In diapason slow, we think
To hear their pinions rise and sink,
While they float pure beneath His eyes,
Like swans adown a stream.

Abstractions, are they, from the forms
Of His great beauty?—exaltations
From His great glory?—strong previsions
Of what we shall be?—intuitions
Of what we are—in calms and storms,
Beyond our peace and passions?

Things nameless! which, in passing so,
Do stroke us with a subtle grace.
We say, ‘Who passes?’—they are dumb.
We cannot see them go or come:
Their touches fall soft, cold, as snow
Upon a blind man’s face.

Yet, touching so, they draw above
Our common thoughts to Heaven’s unknown,
Our daily joy and pain advance
To a divine significance,
Our human love—O mortal love,
That light is not its own!

And sometimes horror chills our blood
To be so near such mystic Things,
And we wrap round us for defence
Our purple manners, moods of sense—
As angels from the face of God
Stand hidden in their wings.

And sometimes through life’s heavy swound
We grope for them!—with strangled breath
We stretch our hands abroad and try
To reach them in our agony,—
And widen, so, the broad life-wound
Which soon is large enough for death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

[Brink]

Waiting (for someone who is always waiting for me!)

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.

John Burroughs

[Curiousoneonly]

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

e e cummings

[cyclops]

There was a man from Gwent
Who had a penis so long it bent
It was so much trouble
That he kept it double
And instead of coming he went.

Anon

[FizProf]

BLEST as the immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly sits by thee,
And hears and sees thee, all the while,
Softly speaks and sweetly smile.

'Twas this deprived my soul of rest,
And raised such tumults in my breast;
For, while I gazed, in transport tossed,
My breath was gone, my voice was lost;

My bosom glowed; the subtle flame
Ran quick through all my vital frame;
O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung;
My ears with hollow murmurs rung;

In dewy damps my limbs were chilled;
My blood with gentle horrors thrilled:
My feeble pulse forgot to play;
I fainted, sunk, and died away

'Ode To a Loved One' by Sappho
English translation, by Ambrose Philips

[Charmed]

Our time
slips upon us
and slides by,
and the regret
over the lost
moments
is a waste.

Taste the minutes
we have had.
Ready
your tongue
to savor
the steady
diet of time
we have coming
to us.

You are the best
thing I'll ever put
in my mouth,
my chest,
my heart,
the part of me
that ticks
like a clock
towards
our time.
By Yankee

[Brink]

Kipling...If I had a son, this is what I would read to him!

If.....

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!