Long Crave Poems
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There once was a woman,
There once was a man,
The most illogical combo,
Since raisins and bran,
Dissimilar parts,
Grey matter disparity,
Which leads to amounts,
Of subjective hilarity,
Both must crave sex,
For prolonged propagation,
With cooperative output,
When induced by libation,
And, that's where it ends,
Except when homo-ignited,
Where friends are just friends,
Unless you know you're invited,
One shops, spends, depletes,
All resources existing,
As the other just bellows,
But never resisting,
Because the woman has power,
She cripples on sight,
Controlling money and love,
With sticky, sweet dynamite,
And unless he's released,
By some self, manmade plan,
He shall bend at the knees,
To avoid showing his hand,
Then by divine intervention,
The Spring turns to Fall,
And the power of fem,
Conquered by any football,
And if somehow constructed,
The perfect male ideal,
Sex-craved, mute, girly servant,
Who would spoon feed each meal,
Nice dream, but not real,
Because the woman is numb,
She simply continues to charge,
Until the max has been sung,
Which is where compromise rises,
Damned do or do not,
Because slap happy mediums,
Keep intact, all they got,
And regardless of structure,
Sans kids, pets and bills,
No ticket or viewing,
Can induce such raw thrills,
So, my friend, you're a man,
Yes, you're brilliant and certain,
With logic and reason,
To encounter any, all burdens,
But, one last remark,
As you wink at that lass,
Prepare both heads for the lessons,
That you'll learn in her class.
(11/9/00)
I used to enjoy the sunshine, lazy days by the sea
Now the sunshine is a prisoner too, in here with me.
Freedom was just a word, it meant little to my soul
Now its all I crave, the only thing to make me whole.
I dream I am a mighty ship, the wind filling each sail
Far away in mind and body free from this awful jail.
Strong breezes taking me wherever I wish to go.
Far away magical places, some that I do not know.
Now my heart has lost all hope and turned to stone.
Each day I face the nightmare of waking up alone.
You used to bring me flowers to warm my heart,
And make promises that we would never part.
Now I feel abandoned, and the teardrops start.
I believed your plan, I certainly wasn’t smart.
You ran away and left me there to get caught.
You told me that my freedom you had bought.
I believed you, you were my hero my honey
But you hadn’t even arranged bail money.
We used to enjoy the sunshine you and me.
Now the sunshine is a prisoner here with me.
I know you don’t fully understand the words I say
Complication has always helped me hide meaning
Give me time, understanding will come in its day
Thoughts of you, are always in my mind streaming
I’ve gotten lost on a long road that leads nowhere
Complication has always helped me hide meaning
For a chance to look into your eyes, just one stare
I have been broken for some time, in this abyss
I’ve gotten lost on a long road that leads nowhere
Your presence is something that I crave and miss
I never comprehend how it is that I get far away
I have been broken for some time, in this abyss
The saying goes, where there’s a will there’s a way
My will almost destroyed, not much hope inside me
I never comprehend how it is that I can get far away
In a darkness, my soul lives, wondering what wil be
Many things I want to express, but can’t seem to say
My will almost destroyed, not much hope inside me
Give me time, the understanding will come in its day
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There you go you have been identified
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You have been marked
Branded, tracked, and electronically lo-jacked
Forever part of the system
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Cataloged, tethered, and bound by a digital rope
0's and 1's
Forever lost digitally
And reasonably beyond hope
A sequence of numbers
To be put in a human catalogue
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To be accessed, reviewed, and assessed
Through the cyber fog
You are a number, not a name
You are part of the inventory
Of the cold hearted insane
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Welcome to the warehouse we call earth
We want your presence, we crave your birth
Another soul to feed the beast
Another set of digits to add to the feast
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No need to worry because you are free
Just never be late when you pay me
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9 little numbers to keep you straight
9 little ways to control your fate
Think of this when you obey
Live with this day by day
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It is the freedom
For which you pay
Log in, sign on, and punch the clock
My obedient tax paying flock
For the masses and your little number
You have been introduced
To the greed driven financial slumber
Welcome !
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Eric (and sometimes not)
I have addictions
I’m laying in my garden midnight bathing
there’s something in my system
something’s on the way from which I need saving
tomorrow I have a free house
I’m thinking of inviting ten men
there’s more chance of that
than seeing all of my friends
yeah it’s really quite disarming
I’m always told that I’m their best
would you say I’m charming
or shall I just give it a rest?
I crave better connection
it’s only human after all
but I come with all this baggage
the bump in the pavement which made you fall
I try to be polite
I’m told i’m too nice
I try to be in charge
I’m told i’m cold as ice
I suppose you can’t win them all
I’ve been thinking about weddings
meanwhile tinder has me hidden
is it a curse or is it a blessing
that I’m over six foot tall
but the world just keeps on spinning
and I don’t think about that at all
There’s a part of me that say’s I’m jealous
Another thinks my golfing friends just zealous,
Whilst I crave fresh air and healthy motion
They’re busy slathering on the lotion
Before they mount some little cart
That with intent they simply point to dart
At breakneck speed from hole to hole
The putting of that little ball the goal.
Then there’s the clubs, that myriad bunch
The choice of which for them the crunch,
To make the shot or fail once more
Blaming each for that bad score.
Tortured, ruffled, discontent,
They soon repair to that drinks tent
To then replay the whole long game
Masterful excuses quickly turning lame.
But here’s the crunch and my dilemma
The doubt that heightens my antenna,
What are they hiding, sharing not a bit
Of why such torture never makes them quit,
Instead they plan and scheme each waking hour
For that free day the calendar they scour,
When they once more may hold that special club
With surging will some dainty green to stub.
Melancholy days is all I see,
sadness has consumed me.
The light is has disappeared,
I dwell in nothing but grief.
living has become a routine.
Today I roam without direction,
I have no purpose I just exist.
when you left me my heart broke.
I died a little bit, it hurts to go on,
I see you walking away everyday.
I miss my dance partner very much,
as we tangoed between the sheets;
every day and night, I crave you.
When you left, I died a little inside.
I'm about to flat line, please save me.
Your kiss can cure my broken heart.
without you I die a little each second.
and I'm just a shell of my former self.
2-9-19
Contest: I Died A Little Inside
Sponsor: Silent One
If I could have you for a night
I’d stop the dawn from bringing light
I’d make the stars stay out and play
And make the moon hold back the day
If I could have you in my arms
I’d unleash Oriental charms
I’d unlock every fantasy
And be all that you want of me
If I could have you in my bed
With sweet seduction you’d be fed
I’d give you treats and pleasured sighs
And let you taste of sugared thighs
I’d make you glutton of this feast
Your every whim would be released
I’d let you do just what you will
And let your body taste my thrill
I’d bind you up, and make you crave
And tease your sights and make you slave
Then I would let you conquer me
And stake your claim of victory
I’d bathe your body, lick you dry
In covered dreams I’d let you lie
Then gently I would make you wake
My hungry love to satiate
I’d dance before you, undulate
You’d reach for me, I’d hesitate
I’d belly dance before your eyes
Your harem girl, in veild disguise
My sultan, I’d be bound to do
just everything you’d want me to
I’d let you take me one more time
In candle light, you'd be just mine
Each moment tasting of divine
My every kiss dipped in sublime
My every touch would bring delight
If I had you for just one night
Eileen
Don't get confused on what's really green. The henna........the trees.....the herb....the eyes......money isn't green, it's as dark as the evil it possesses , how greedy it makes us , all of us. Couldn't possibly picture happy life without the....don't need things to crave them. One taste of a dead president will have your life spiraling into a closet of give and take that takes and never gives. The cycle that replaces life. Green is the green that is green to the eye. Touch soul. Love is green. Smoke love touch the soul. Let it curl and embrace your insides till it's fuzzy fingers massage your scalp and release the blood back into your body. Don't let the paper over rule the plant. Mary is here , we don't need the bens and franklins. Earth gives us what we are. Weed give ourselves what we want. We'ed gives ourselves what we need.
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A bookworm me..believe myself to be artistic, reflective, compassionate, spiritual.
Sister of Tamal, an artist and a poet...inspired by the talents of my brother.
Love to vision three goals accepted by the world - women empowerment, justice for all, equal opportunities for children.
I feel grateful, blissful, content with what I am born with.
I do fear direct confrontation, dealing with rudeness and unfairness, afraid of losing my musical voice.
I would like to enjoy flowers dancing in the wind, emerald waves lapping on the sandy beach, waterfalls cascading on coral rocks.
A proud resident of multi-cultural Mississauga, a vibrant city in Ontario.
My last name - Ray - easy to spell and pronounce.
Delightful voices of my children I miss,
Chattering, giggling around me - crave for that bliss
At evening dinner, feel sad to see empty chairs,
Except when joyful celebrations are in the air!