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Love & Life Poetry

Forever

Through secrets of time
You will always approach
As the one
The one who can understand
And appreciate
The one who is the same
And laughs
Rather than criticizes
The one who shows me
Someone can see the real me
And combines us together.
We float through every emotion
As clouds on a clear day
And time is a dream with you
To last forever

- K. Hoodicoff

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Falling in love with the Moon

I fell in love with the moon on that night
Or perhaps the moon fell in love with me
I relished in it deliriously
Like Franklin finding the truth on his kite

My curfew did I curse at out of spite
As it offered me none but misery
To Milky Way's door I did seek the key
At me it only laughed
"I wish I might"

Then came upon me in my restless grief
My dream, a pale balloon head on shoulders
He spoke it shyly, "They call me Moonface"
As a whisper, so unthinking, so brief
I caught it, like a cricket on the moors
And lavished it with satin, silk and lace

-- Amy

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Four hundred and fifty three
the days of sunshine
Even as night comes, you will see

Our love, yours and mine
Is a bright beam of moon light
In the blackness, carves a line

Even if we disappear from sight
Our hearts still beat in unison
Showing us darkness’ feeble might

Awaiting the return of the sun
Eager to rejoin by touch
Showing us, together, until our days are done.

-- BT written to K8

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To be tear
Born in your eyes
Lived on your skin
Died on your lips
Burried in your soul

-- Anonymous

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Dirty E-mails

Dirty emails? I always thought the tongue was the supreme bearer of sexual pleasure, whether it be in forming sexy words, or otherwise.
Just saying some of them seem to titillate and tantalize the senses;
all seething, sensual rhythms, surprising words rolling from the tongue,
as it tickles every vowel, every curved U, every rigid I.
It slides slowly along the body of words ;
the voluptuous corpus bends, shutters, moans
under different dialects, different tongues, which touch delicately, deftly,
now deeply, some slowly, others
quite quickly.
The blood thickens, heats as words enter your ear on the tip of my tongue,
penetrating every crevice, every fold of your mind, melting thoughts;
and my words become hands, and my words become skin.
I think, speak it as true, and it is, cogito ergo cum, hot words dripping on your skin.
Your skin is heating now, as is mine, commensurate in oral pleasure.
With my muse in my arms I am a poet, I see the mountains,
your sublime breasts brought to life, brought erect from a treatment by my mouth
- it is the tongue again, I can not help it, it wags, it wiggles, it dances
when those mountains loom, when the light of morning (or evening) finally
breaks over the folds of that valley, the bush hills:
I feel my way in the darkness, through tangles, through moisture, through warmth
and I find my way into you again, warmth on warmth,
gracious corpus, eternal goddess, life-bearer.
The sea roils, and you shake once in my arms.
My words, my tongue, settles the sea, but again, pleasure pulses from your center
and now you and I are quaking together, tossed over-board moaning,
we're drowning, but we don't care, because it is already heaven, we are in ecstasy,
blinding euphoria, grasping limbs and quivering lips, convulsing muscles grasp at white sheets and moans, moans! A scream now, now a yell, and another shake, more violent. And another, and suddenly you bolt upright into my arms,
we are panting,
sweating,
just holding on, holding on,
shaken by after-tremors of bittersweet sensual pleasure
cursing through every vein, lighting the eyes, grasping at every breath.
I open my eyes, and I am alone. I close my mouth, and you are alone.
My words fail me now, with your skin out of my reach. Its ebbing, dissipating into the mist,
a ship into the fog.
Its just me now, and I am no poet alone,
I am no poet. 

- Don the SomaBoy, March '06

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I wish it were that i held you right
that i held you like shadows hold light
Esteemed but in contrast to the bright
Flicker that enters eyes clear with sight

So that i could truly see your essence
Because time diminishes your luminescence
And spring eclipses the effervescence
Of the sweet whispers of your forgotten presence

And you are the clouds moving away
Across the beach on a sunny day
That held court and once had sway
but are disgraced by the coming new way

Brilliance and beauty alive
Shrinking shadows before open eyes
Unveiling others as failed good tries
And screaming thankful goodbyes

And i honour the wisdom we shared
Because love was a dance that we dared
to surrender to as if ensnared
Until the rebirth of spring appeared

And now, love writes itself a long list
of the qualities that once were just wist
That i curl in these rapturous fists
All previous lovers just time-token trysts.

Moments of magic in the height of spring
Like the colour that new blossoms bring
We move together like the ceaseless wind sings
Soaring effortless on our outstretched wings.

- Jaia Dax Be

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She Walks In Beauty

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 mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd 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 heart whose love is innocent!

- Lord Byron 

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Beauty and Love

Beauty and love are all my dream;
They change not with the changing day;
Love stays forever like a stream
That flows but never flows away;

And beauty is the bright sun-bow
That blossoms on the spray that showers
Where the loud water falls below,
Making a wind among the flowers.

- Andrew Young

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