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Post by Paulo on Dec 19, 2003 9:43:05 GMT
Mary, That is a lovely poem! You are very lucky to have a sweet guy sending you romantic poems to you! Enjoy!! Paulo & Co. ;D  |
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Post by mary on Dec 20, 2003 18:19:37 GMT
Mary, That is a lovely poem! You are very lucky to have a sweet guy sending you romantic poems to you! Enjoy!! Paulo & Co. ;D oh well...yes..I am lucky...   |
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Post by mary on Dec 22, 2003 18:25:09 GMT
Air and Angels
by John Donne
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see,
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtle than the parent is
Love must not be, but take a body too,
And therefore what thou wert, and who
I bid love ask, and now
That it assume thy body, I allow,
And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,
And so more steadily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw, I had love's pinnace overfraught,
Every thy hair for love to work upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme, and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere;
Then as an angel, face and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my love's sphere;
Just such disparity
As is 'twixt air and angels' purity,
'Twixt women's love, and men's will ever be.
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Post by WILLOW on Jan 27, 2004 16:40:11 GMT
THE MAID'S THOUGHT
Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something.
The west wind is dead, the waves
Forget to hate the cliff, in the upland canyons
Whole hillsides burst aglow
With golden broom. Dear how it rained last month,
And every pool was rimmed
With sulphury pollen dust of the wakening pines.
Now tall and slender suddenly
The stalks of purple iris blaze by the brooks,
The pencilled ones on the hill;
This deerweed shivers with gold, the white globe-tulips
Blow out their silky bubbles,
But in the next glen bronze-bells nod, the does
Scalded by some hot longing
Can hardly set their pointed hoofs to expect
Love but they crush a flower;
Shells pair on the rock, birds mate, the moths fly double.
O it Is time for us now
Mouth kindling mouth to entangle our maiden bodies
To make that burning flower.
-Robinson Jeffers
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Post by Paulo on Feb 1, 2004 18:27:45 GMT
The Smile and the Kiss
The beaming smile that needs no reason
to radiate deeply, within and without.
The whole body smile,
the holistic smile.
Lips, mouth and eyes.
The belly smile.
Feeling the smile in the soles of the feet,
the smile in the crown of the head.
Feeling the soles smiling to the kidneys,
the crown smiling to the heart.
Feeling the heart and kidneys embrace.
The Holistic Smile embracing every cell.
Breathing deeply, smiling deeply.
Then comes the kiss.
Starting with the lips, they pucker.
The moment expands, the eyes contract
The sphincters embrace.
Lips, mouth and eyes, the corners rise.
Ears, diaphragm, sexual organs,
palms of the hand,
soles of the feet.
The holistic smile combining with the holistic kiss.
Bliss.
Leading to the lovers kiss.
The God within,
the Goddess within.
The lovers kiss, embrace, pulsate.
Sweet juices.
Tongues connecting heart to heart.
Spirits dancing,
spiralling in, spiralling out.
Connecting with the Earth, the Moon, the Sun.
Connecting with the Stars, the Galaxies.
The Universal smile.
The Universal kiss.
Sweet stellar juices.
The Universal Dance.
Universes smiling,
kissing,
pulsating,
making love.
Universal juices blessing this watery Planet.
Rain falls from every where.
Barry Spendlove
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Post by Paulo on Feb 1, 2004 18:30:25 GMT
The Mother Earth
The image of the Earth Mother, as She showed herself to me
as the utmost dark female formed inner-earth breathing,
indulging her Self into non-ending orgasmic extensions
Not attracting and receiving the energy spared for her
but both taking and creating the all existing everything
in one and the same continuüm-pulsation.
Perhaps she is therefore scary, because there is no modesty in her,
no cautious coming step by step.
She bears everything in her darkness.
Therefore she demands full being.
Will never be satisfied by partiality.
Only who goes full into being, may satisfy her.
Only who satisfies her, receives the fullness of her heart.
Total peace.
Inge Maassen
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