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Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
ones
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
"Happiness" 
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful


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When We Met

          ~When We Met.~
Battling everyday is so hard to maintain a healthy 
brain to keep up with our everyday work our 
thoughtful speculations of wanting the impossible 
to take place,has to change,by gaining self confidence
and become independent.

When we just met at the hotel lobby for recollection 
of work,accompanying us the sounds of 4 of July in LA. 
Our ceaseless conversations felt flawless immediately.
A faultless intimate sharing took over a mixture of
work and pleasure.

When we just met,our loving nature coincided with
authentic sounds of fireworks plus its music filling 
the sky with a huge combination of the most
beautiful Technicolor's of fireworks.

The sounds with musical lights combined together
allowed our eyes to sparkle more than ever,both 
of us became in a pensive dreamy mood for a rightful 
discussion about how love can start by romancing,
to evolve later into a durable long lived relationship.
He was so much my type of a man,an artist in his work,
very authentic,fancy,& has an unforgettable 
sense of humor.

Smiling drinking and eating with our discussing, 
constantly allowed us to remain in high spirits, 
behind us the sky illuminated our joy of being 
together,that delightful lasting closeness felt 
like a challenge awaiting for the unpredictable 
to happen,the tremendous sounds of fireworks 
accompanied with a charming tempo ringing
in out thoughts.

Instantly our touching hands felt permissive,
stimulative,devoted,his voice transformed into 
an echo inviting me to later go up into his room 
to heat up the bed and enjoy cooling off our desires.
Having asked me before about what color of roses I love,
Yellow.

Later on hand by hand once inside the room it was filled 
with yellow roses everywhere,and layered on the 
beautiful bed.
Suddenly, he threw my hand bag and held me so tight 
to waltz to the sounds of music,a telepathy between us 
and the sounds rang in our ears as a sweet mixture of music.
Immediately took my hand kissed it with his warmest lips 
begging to love me tonight,what a gentleman our body 
connection was authentic,flirting as a start was conceived 
in an artistic way,kissing wise and making love was 
memorable, slowly the sounds ended while gradually 
our naked bodies parted in the morning when our 
routine for work had to take place. 

We parted with a long sexual kiss,emancipating
another brutal night with a candle light.


Therese Bacha
1/7/2014


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My Verbal Ballerina

You are like a ballerina,
But never dance upon a stage
You spin and jump and twirl
With written words across my page.
. 
You make my life come alive
With the words that you say.
Make my blood run with passion,
For this you have a way.
.
Always with a verbal gesture
That leads me to your web. 
Can't seem to escape your lair
My infatuation never seems to ebb.
'
The things that you write
I feel are only for my eyes.
The way that they are written
My mind they hypnotize.
.
I am not such a fool
To think I’m the only one,
Who longs for your company
When your dance is done.
.
In my imagination
Your words only dance for me.
You have no other partner
I'm the only one, you see.
.
So please keep on dancing
With words written for my heart.
I will savor every word
Of your dancing verbal art.


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Me and you, you and me

The mood is set….
Me and you, you and me
The warmth of Love swims through us both
My touch on your body
Soft and sensual
Your skin lingers,
Vulnerable. 
Your emotions begin to spill like an overflowing caldron
O’ how you desire this moment between…
Me and you, you and me
Your gentile hands on my body,
The touch so delicate 
And your lips against mine
For these feelings we share cannot be defined
Our bodies become one
Together in Love….
Me and you, you and me
Your sweet embrace I cannot resist
And you the same 
Our bodies’ dance together,
A dance of passion and Love
Still as one.
For this moment will end
But the passion,
The Love,
Will last forever…


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With-In A Dream

If only I could ride upon the back of a dragonfly~
O', what journey I would behold...

I receive the wind's forced breath against my face-and revel in my locks rolling in the vibrant 
sunlight.
We hover just above a splash of rainbow painted flowers, 
that kiss my toes with open petals of joy.
The scent so pure, 
shall decorate my skin forevermore.

We crest high into the ocean tinted sky.
Humbly greet birds which share in our gift,
and delight us in symphonies of angelic praise.

I close my eyes for a startled moment,
as we dance through a vineyard of bumble bees-
"Buzz,Buzz," They caution sternly to us, their unexpected visitors.
A smile imposes my lips at the thought of their disrupted task;
Only to pass them, look over my shoulder and witness their purpose resume within natural 
elegance.

A shimmering mirror of water now lies underfoot.
I feel the warmth of the sun's reflection cast up under our joined form.
"Faster, faster!" I command my fairy-friend.
As I lay down flat and wrap my limbs snugly around to secure myself, our speed begins to 
flourish.

With quick, steady, pace, we descend onto the water's surface. 
Skips and twists- twirl into a tango of splashes,
which shower my face with each perfectly intentional bounce.
The tickle rises up from deep in my belly,
I laugh, a laugh full of true obliviation.
Dragonfly now lifts, higher and higher we go- 
As I glide upon heavenly stilled wings.

We drift within utopian clouds, 
they pass before our sights like vapored curtains before a theater of whimsy, unveiling a 
masterpiece.
The presented gift, is that of majestic mountain tops that promise the scent of sweetly 
perfumed evergreen. 
This aroma leaves me breathless. 
The aroma evokes childhood visions of wishing stars, 
and kisses goodnight.
I inhale the memory for a moment longer, 
cherishing the scent before I must once again grow older.

My friend I have been blessed to dance in the breeze with,
slows to a transcending idol.
We encircling the center of a noble rose.
We descend gently into the heart of the queen of flowers,
and land on her royal stage.
I delicately climb down, lay upon her silk; 
and closed my eyes to dream. 
Dreams which have atlas' transpired to become,
my long awaited reality.

If only I could ride upon the back of a dragonfly~
O', what journey I would behold...







                                   


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Dance

Around the floor She flutters, Like a butterfly diving in the Blues on the sky. Her each and every step Has an intoxicating, Maddening power Which overwhelm All the spectators. A great dedication and much Determination on her Each foot step. She feeling the rhythm Like her heart beat. Each & every notes of The melody she clearly Painting by every foot-step. A dance so elegant, A dance so brilliant, A dance around the ballroom floor, So sweet, sensual and alive. A flawless flow with the melody With such a delightful grace. Every steps, each moves, A dance filled with love and passion.


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An Affair with Death

I knew I was gone when I went into the sleep..
There was no guilt or pain insight..
I’ve never had an affair of the heart.. of mind, body and soul..
The comfort I felt was beyond words from my mind...
And I was destined to fall under his spell...
The fire I felt on my skin began to rage..
 I became like an animal in a cage..
Every time I drew back, he pushed me forward..
I could feel his arms embrace me like no other,
His strength overpowered me and breathing became a necessity..
I gasped each time we danced the dance..
I could feel life’s breath leaving my body..
As he held me tighter and tighter..
I have never known such ecstasy as I drew each breath as the last..
Don’t know why I gave in so easy, temptation is not one of my virtues..
I’ve always weighed the pro’s and cons..
Who is this man of many tricks that I would succumb to him ?
I am smarter than this I thought in one lucid moment..
Be gone I said.. leave me alone I do not want to follow you..
All you want is my soul... and I am not ready...
When I am I will call you....

PS. This was a recent experience I had in the ICU...



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Concerto of the Enchanting Night

Concerto of the Enchanting Night
 Arabic Poem by: Fadhil Aziz Farman *
 Translated Into English by:
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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You suggest the songs
And leave me deep
In the splendor of the rhythm and melody. 
Drag my day out of the dream to wakefulness 
I have not known 
But the philosophy of dreams 
In all my days.

You suggest the songs
And leave me floating in a wave of fragrance 
Showered down By Lynol Ritchie 
With his love songs 
Or by Yanni with his tunes.
 
And dance
Do the tango 
Do the waltz 
Do the ballet or the jerk dance
Dance as you please 
Or spin around the Earth-pole,
O symbol of amazing taste, 
Rouser of lightning in the sky,
And crown of all beauties.
 
Here I am intoxicated
By the melody pulsating in your figure 
And by the bashful roses 
On your cheeks,
O sweet wine in my chalice and my vats.
 
You suggest the songs
And at the end of the round
Put your head on my chest, 
O child of my poems, 
And listen to my heart singing them 
With the virgin tears of joy 
Flowing down the violin’s cheek.
 
You suggest the songs
You suggest the melody 
And hint the sweet words
They’ll come to you 
Then hold me to your chest like a child.
I will need your ear 
To whisper to you 
All that baffles my heart 
And my tongue 

You suggest the songs
And strew them
Such as roses 
On the desert of my life.
What remains for us 
Of all our years, 
But joy
Strewn like roses
And like dew
On the seconds? 
********* 
Translated by Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi
 USA
 * Fadhil Aziz Farman is a poet from Iraq
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 The original poem in Arabic https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10202962662165969&set=p.10202962662165969&type=1&theater
 


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Ballet In The Sky

The whole air is dancing-
     Ravenous thunder rumbles
        Lighting curls her jagged bolts
          flashing like gold through amythyst, sapphire skies

I'll not allow your image to spoil my view
   With you-rain would cry it's droplets 
          as it mumbled whispers to my haunted heart
               Oft' times-rolling clouds rumbled their voices in my soul

                                                                 *~*

Now, I dance in scarlet flames that spark across the heavens
   gliding thru turquoise skies with copious clouds... 
       that delicately clothe my body             
           pirouetting gracefully ...
               to the peaceful harmonic rhythm of rolling thunder

My flesh no longer aches for your barren touch
   I shall not desire your hand opon my beautiful rain drenched skin
       whetted now with golden silken tears

My memory quickens...
      I no longer remember your face or hunger for your sterile love
         I'll not dance to your chaotic rhythm

Nature baited me with her sweet breath
     Embraced me in her loving arms-
         singing her gentle rain of tears

You...
    baited me with your hook of selfish love

My heart now dances with another
     One who bathes my soul in fertile soil
         He feeds me with his hungry, selfless love...

You...
   fed me worms with your stingy heart   



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LOVER HOLIDAY

 only thing i can say
this is our day
to jump bump and hump
get it wheeling
the feeling
we just play
its our
LOVER HOLIDAY


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Me and Catalina ( A Western Tale)

I had fallen in love with a young Mexican maiden in the town of El Paso
Completely mesmerized by her eyes had me following her wherever she would go.  In 
Rosa’s Cantina, the music would play and Catalina would whirl.  She became my world and 
there was nothing I wouldn’t do for this Mexican girl!
	A wild young cowboy came in with his handsome features and wicked grin.  He 
carried arrogance within and he immediately rubbed me wrong.  His lecherous eyes watched 
my Catalina dance as the pianist played and sang his song.  Too much whiskey, he’d 
consumed.  As this young stranger went to dance with my Catalina, I jumped up grabbing 
him by the arm, spinning him around to face me.  A powerful right hand knocked me to the 
ground and his look was so deadly.  My Catalina screamed, ran to my side, kneeling, 
touching my face.  A pistol in his hand, wild-eyed, I said, “Outside.  This is not the place”.
	It was high noon when the patrons poured out of Rosa’s Saloon.  The heat could 
not be avoided or beat, for it was a hot June…

	I and the young stranger stood facing each other in the center of the dusty road.  
Hands ready at our sides anticipating the next episode.  On either side of us, people young 
and old stood quiet for the event.  My fear was controlled and I itched to draw my deadly 
instrument.  I was distracted for in my eye, in the sky was the glare of the sun.  I did not 
want to die for as he flinched the bullet exploded from my gun.

	Cowboys would later say it was the faster gunplay they had ever seen.  Lighting 
fast came a blast from my quick draw.  I felt a fire burn through my chest but I knew the 
handsome stranger was dead.  Catalina knelt hugging me to her breast and her tears began 
to fall.  The young stranger lay lain but would my death be worth the kill?  I felt my life-force 
drain and an eerie chill.  I listened to Catalina cry as I was scared inside Rosa’s cantina.  I 
did not want to die and leave my dear Catalina!

	Closing my eyes, I lost conscientiousness.  To my surprise, I awoke, seeing my 
princess.  “Catalina, I thought I had died and left you alone!  Kneeling closer to my 
bedside, “The bullet went through just below the collarbone!” I said, “Marry me Catalina. For 
you are my world, my heart”.  She kissed my lips, “Yes, but first I must depart, as my 
Father is ill but I will return to you, soon.  The next day, I watched her leave for Nashville 
with the promise to return the next June…

*Written fir Deborah Guzzi’s “Giddy Up! Little Doggies/Watch Out For the Indians”



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Dance Poetry In Motion

Dance…Poetry In Motion

A body in motion,
a river flowing…?
connected, never far apart.
?A figure swaying to her inner rhythm,?
a trickling stream rushing toward the open sea.
?Silence gives way to a single note,
?the body awakens; the hint of a dance?.
The chord has been struck, 
there is no turning back.
?Hear the music, breathe in the melody,
?linger there, let it guide you freely,?
Can you feel it?
?Take the first step, never regret it…?
A promise never failed…live your dream,
?Become it!


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A Dreamless Tree Dweller

Swaying. Dancing. Let me carry you.
Dance for me. Dance for me. Dance for me.
It's beautiful how you hold on so tight, but reach so far.

Up and Up and Up.
Begging sunshine and starlight and moon beams to fill your cupped palm.
We' can sip from it together but we both know you'll never be satisfied
Until your silver leaves can dance to the symphonies of singing constellations.

The diamonds sprinkling down your face would look like tears.
But you, and I? We both know this isn't real. Put away your fears
And dream for me. Dream for me. Dream for me


And please darling, Let us never wake.


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the waves

the waves

the waves captivate me
with their dance along the shore 
they dance a dance that 
mesmerizes all who come their way
step in the cool clear water
let it wash away everything
the waves come and evermore

		


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Cut a Rug With Daddy

~ Cut a Rug ~ Come On ~ Dance with Daddy ~ (The "As A WRITER I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO INSPIRE, PUBLISH A BOOK YET TO BE WRITTEN... ." ~ Song sung by good old Bob Dylan - it's called - Things Have Changed ~ ~ "Copy and paste in your browser lets dance... ~" "TURN IT UP!" ~ I wasn't being non reverent I believe... talking about us all dancing with JESUS shaking His gracious booty... . Haven't you ever wanted to see one of your parents cut loose... Why do you think He refers to it in the Bible by calling it "Loosing"... ? Yes I wanna see my Daddy dance... . he's gatta just be the best... ! Yes? Boy you are so precious, so so precious... . Cut a rug and chat with me some more won't you... . I needed help man He gave it to me I cursed Him out vigorously and HE still loved me... . Dear-heart can't you see, sure He's THE BIGGEST BADEST ENTITY IN THE ENTIER LIFE EXISTENCE but I and you and all of us are His Babies, He's gonna dance and teach us all to dance with Him... . Bet He'll shake that booty well, real good too, and offer all of us the same... . His kingdom of freedom with Him... . Yes no disrespect I know people THINK that it is, entirely, disrespectful for Him, but friend David danced for the Lord, people said the same thing you are hun... . But goodness, and Grace and mercy, forgiveness compassion, at-it's-very root, love-He came to save them, share it with us all, yes as He is trying to do with all of us... . Shake the booty hun, Put on a good song and cut a rug with Daddy... . He's pure love... . He'll come and you'll feel Him and be whole having fun with Him, it's all he wants... . Because like with me, and you and everyone, you can't do enough to stop it, the only thing you can is to deny Him of this pleasure He wants to share with you... ? I love you dear-heart! Cut a rug with your Daddy... . It's fun... ! Talk with me any time... . ~ Love ~ James ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9EKqQWPjyoL


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The Dance


   
   i can dance, i can dace 
and you watch me 
as i dance up and down 
come and share 
this last dance with me
as i dance this last dance 
i hold on to you 
as you hold on to me
while they watch us 
both of us laughing as we
dance the rest of our life away.

i grow, i grow, 
While i watch you, 
and for all of this time, 
you have been where, i grew, 
most advanced in your grace 
as i watched you.. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


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I Want To Kiss That Girls Lips

 
   
  
  I want to kiss that girls lips; 
and she knows I hold her view.
She watches my eyes grow bold, 
she sees my eye and smiles.
I pay to much attention as she watches 
her fingers dance the curves are so.
I get lost in the glow of the glossy they are
strawberry fields full of red blush today.
They dance apart, with nothing better to do.
I put my dark sun glasses on...
smiling lips now...she does to. 

Is It Poetry 



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HIWAY LOVER

we were on the road
going to our goal
this feeling
had us reeling
you bet it was about sex
we passion like no other
we were
HIWAY LOVER


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~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #14

~ ~ ~ ~~~~~~~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~~~~ In time are-all things- revealed I say yes time, is the provision of their open blessing. Know this ... ?  Delight-yourself-in the-light-of this hope.  May it be the desire  that always you carry ...  blessing you bestow- another ... as you travel down with me the  many roads we- tarry  ... on your  Journey back with Me home.  Because patience and love, the fruits of My compassion; labor willingly together with Me as I pore its foundation ... . Amid the tender dance of truth ... the vision of My wisdom as it befriends the hand of reality   as they bellow their sweet song of  surrender reechoing My answer ... "forgiveness  is My delight" ...  the whisper of the chipper winds,  as they play upon the embrace of my heart ... laughing  louder and louder-yes high aloof the lavender and lilies budding in the wake of My hands as My grace ... My joy ... cherishes the-opportunity while-moving in the quiet advance of My liberty; follows my Hope ... and Peace.  working the mortar, building a lasting home for all Eternity together our souls will run ... as we-jump; run jump, laugh-and-play. Amid heavens lands. the-goodness of that holy-day, Upon My Mighty Hill, called-Zion! Rush-rush ... . Slowing down find it maybe I would, but oh no pretentious incontinent of self without the Lord. Open I am willing, if not but only I try to be as honest. As a result of His Goodness slowing-down- today ... . When to look around ...His peace I see ... run ... make haste to embrace.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~ ~~ ~    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  ~ "As I desire to love and be loved, my desire, is the simple aspiration of Gods' same longing for this" ... ! ~  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    Shall my song never rise again-to understand this freedom ... . The sweeter dance revealed-that I have known- mid the embrace, of the lilies of the field. As they lay ... within the very arms of God-aloof-the humble nature that abounds, amid the promise of the day. Or shall-upon-the rivers-flow ... . Will its meaning, forever ... Be swept away ... ?


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The Dance

Sugar plum fairies dance in their
Heads while they dance the dances
On ballroom pillows. Princes hold tiny
Princess hands while they twirl and dip.
The music rising, rising, ever so
Softly up to the top of the chapel.


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Early Flowers

There is a little ficary with brilliant golden disks,
Scattered all along the riverbanks the first in April,
Then a homely happy little daisy rises to look around,
Smiles and grows thinly sprinkled on turf on our walk.

Colts foot shows yellow flowers on many cold bear lands,
Violets blue and white as sweet as honey in its haunts,
A card amine bows to to the sun and his flowery friends,
From a hollow or on the margin of a tiny little runnel.

The primrose in their glory are a punctual as daylight,
Anemones dance a lovers dance in the cool early breeze,
Everywhere the trees in a wood and hedges look crimson,
Nature prepares delight even in these black chilly days.

The daffy-down-dilly is picked and plucked by children,
It has always been known as the good old English flower,
It lives in cottage gardens with rue so bright and yellow
And grows in box-hedges neglected arbor's and dirty alleys.