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Milana's Song

Otradom — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 08:36:09 -0800

I’m a coffee pub hopper as you know by now; a place where I go toregroup or get focused to start a venture in a new place; thus I’ll goto different coffee shops, find me a window seat, if not sitting onthe outside, get me a hot cup of coffee and sit there and enjoy life,its people, and what it has to offer for about twenty to thirtyminutes, and it can make a complete day. Ironically I met Milana oneevening after sitting there trying to decide what to do or what to donext. The next morning I woke up still trying to figure out what wasgoing on, only to find her sitting there on the edge of the bed on aSaturday morning, watching cartoons. I had just taken for granted thatshe had awaken earlier than I had and turned on the TV, while I laythere still asleep after a long night, that after awakening, I couldonly vaguely remember.After realizing that I was still somewhere on planet earth, Igrabbed her and laid her on the bed, kissed the back of her head, theback of her neck, to the bottom of her feet; realizing how nice,creamy and white she was, soft and firm. Then all of a sudden Irealized that I really couldn’t remember everything that happened thenight before, and suddenly realized that I should, as quickly aspossible, lay her on her back. But then I began to kiss her on herthighs, knees and all the way down to her feet.After we sat there and talked for a while, she told me she was fromRussia, I then, just trying to find out as much as I could about thislovely young lady, asked her how old she was, when she told me thatshe was seventeen. A responsive and quick chuckle came out, while mymind began to try and create a chronology to come up with a plausibleage, which when done, could have truly been seventeen. It somewhat puta halt to anything else that I was about to say as we walked out ofthe door. She then wrote her number down on a piece of paper and toldme to call her, while we walked out, heading down the elevator andacross the lobby and walking up to the corner where we waited on ataxi; where I realized that my mind was putting back the pieces of along ago night that happened only a few ours ago, and yet twenty yearsago also. As she was about to get inside of the cab that had justpulled up, I asked her to give me a kiss goodbye, as a close lover oreven husband would ask his wife before heading off for the day, whereshe turned around and gave me a quick soft and passionate kiss beforeridding off into an early morning Dubai sunrise.Later after my mind had put together the pieces of the nightbefore, and realized how sweet it had been; the kiss that she hadgiven me just before leaving, was only a small portion of what she hadgiven me the night before, while my mind also brought back a nighttwenty years ago, where a beautiful young seventeen year old namedJackie, that I kissed from head to feet lay on side of me the nextmorning, and where she could have been, if I could remember, likeMilana, sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting for me to awaken,while watching cartoons, where when finally having had arisen, I wouldhave grabbed her one more time and begin to kiss her all over again.

SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III

Tom Zart — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 22:51:22 -0700

SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III

Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents,
Many a husband or wife.

They face great odds without complaint
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far away from all they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

The plotters and planners of America’s doom
pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From early childhood they are taught
To kill is to become a man.

They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
Destroying lives along with their own

Sa Pagtulog ng Gabi (Tagalog)

candy_yham — Wed, 04 Oct 2006 11:17:53 -0700

Pikit na mahal, hayaang mamayapa
Ang gabi'y malalim at dapat ng mamahinga
Sa hirap na dinanas, karapatan mong tumigil
Ibigay ang katahimikang matagal ng pinipigil.

Ang mundong ginagalawan ay hindi patas
Kung paluputan ka'y parang isang ahas
Sa iyong pagtulog, saka ka sasaksakin
Walang kalaban-laban kahit anong gawin.

Sa iyong pananaginip, ako'y wag kalilimutan
Lagi akong alalahanin kahit ika'y lumisan
Kung hindi na magbalik, lagi mong iisipin
Sa pagtulog ng gabi, ikaw parin ang mamahalin.

Hindi Ako...(Tagalog)

candy_yham — Wed, 04 Oct 2006 11:15:47 -0700

Hindi ako mangmang gaya ng iniisip mo;
Marunong lang ako tumahimik kapag di tama ang nasa utak ko.
Hindi ako tanga para laitin mo;
Marunong lang ako magpakumbaba sa mga taong may sira sa ulo.
Hindi ako manhid para saktan mo;
Marunong lang akong magtimpi at magpasensya sa mga katulad mo.
Hindi ako bulag na hindi nakakakita sayo;
Ayoko lang punahin ang mga maling hindi mo mabago.
Hindi rin ako bingi gaya ng inaakala mo;
Naririndi lang ako sa mga paulit-ulit na pagdadahilan mo.
Hindi ako lalong pipi tulad ng sinasabi mo;
Wala lang akong tinig para magpaliwanag ulit sayo.
Hindi ako perpektong tao;

Perfect man

Blackgem6 — Wed, 24 Aug 2005 18:53:46 -0700

You are the pillow that I lay my head on at night
You are my security when I have fear in my life

You are that flutter that I feel in my heart
You are the one I think about when were far apart

When I open my eyes I want to see you
I want to breath you, Sing to you and keep you forever
My baby My love your my hidden treasure

Your my perfect man

5'11 Brown skinned masculine with a soul that's been kissed by the heavens

Lips soft like silk when I kiss them I melt
When our bodies intertwine every inch of you is felt

Baby your my bestfriend perfect fit for a husband
Let me be the one to make you happy all the time

RISE IN LOVE

CHIRAG — Tue, 24 May 2005 21:07:56 -0700

On a beautiful evening of summer, I was resting on the branch of a big banyan tree. It was quite isolated from the rest of trees and was on the far side of the village near the river. Sun was going down to west, birds were returning to home, river was flowing graciously and every thing was so beautiful that I almost lost in the beauty of the nature. Suddenly I heard a sweet voice with a touch of pain, it said, “It’s just unbearable”.
As I looked down I saw a young boy and a beautiful girl sitting with the support of the banyan tree. The boy was not more than twenty years and the girl seemed to have just completed her sweet sixteen.

The Ring

rjishere — Sun, 15 May 2005 15:35:09 -0700

Pacing by the front door, waiting till the clock strikes nine,
So he can ride to the jeweler's and get his Valentine.
The Ring she's always wanted, the one that will make her his wife,
And The Ring that he's been saving for it seems almost half his life.

Before he know's it the clock strike's again, and he races through the front door,
Heading into the wind.

The jeweler smiles at Tommy and waves him on in saying "I've been exspecting you it's almost half past ten"
Laughing loudly at the jeweler, Tommy politely reply's,
"I'm sorry you see, the fool was me, I was rushing and lost track of the time."

To the Fair Clarinda (Aphra Behn)

Administrador — Tue, 30 Sep 2003 20:23:33 -0700

To the Fair Clarinda
Who made love to me, Imagin'd more than woman.

Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be
Too weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee,
Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth:
And let me call thee, Lovely Charming Youth.
This last will justifie my soft complaint,
While that may serve to lessen my constraint;
And without Blushes I the Youth persue,
When so much beauteous Woman is in view.
Against thy Charms we struggle but in vain
With thy deluding Form thou giv'st us pain,
While the bright Nymph betrays us to the Swain.
In pity to our Sex sure thou wer't sent,
That we might Love, and yet be Innocent:
For sure no Crime with thee we can commit;
Or if we shou'd - thy Form excuses it.
For who, that gathers fairest Flowers believes
A Snake lies hid beneath the Fragrant Leaves.

Though beauteous Wonder of a different kind,
Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis join'd;
When e'er the Manly part of thee, wou'd plead
Though tempts us with the Image of the Maid,
While we the noblest Passions do extend
The Love to Hermes, Aphrodite the Friend.

Aphra Behn (1640-1689)

The Dream (Aphra Behn)

Administrador — Tue, 30 Sep 2003 20:20:30 -0700

All trembling in my arms Aminta lay, Defending of the bliss I strove to take; Raising my rapture by her kind delay, Her force so charming was and weak. The soft resistance did betray the grant, While I pressed on the heaven of my desires; Her rising breasts with nimbler motions pant; Her dying eyes assume new fires. Now to the height of languishment she grows, And still her looks new charms put on;

From The Awakening (Kate Chopin)

Administrador — Tue, 30 Sep 2003 00:19:43 -0700

She leaned over and kissed him - a soft, cool, delicate kiss, whose voluptuous sting penetrated his whole being - then she moved away from him. He followed, and took her in his arms, just holding her close to him. She put her hand up to his face and pressed his cheek against her own. The action was full of love and tenderness. He sought her lips again. Then he drew her down upon the sofa beside him and held her hand in both of his.