The nothingness or her illuminated face,
Heaven under a hell of mud
The place towards we move
The place where our glance turns white.
Genre: Relationship, Love
DAS NICHTS by Juan Antonio Garcia
The nothingness or her illuminated face,
Heaven under a hell of mud
The place towards we move
The place where our glance turns white.
We are mirrors of nothing, humans
When we discern our path of silt,
We expect to see a space and a time
But we are nothing and thus we dream
Nothing is space and nothing is time
Nothing our interior neither our exterior
Beings that don´t long for anything,
They only live for laughter or for nothing.
Memory…
You erase everything
with a sponge
when you want…
You keep only the minimum
those small things
that were wrong done,
Genres: Rhyme, Love, Relationship
ΜEMORY by Tzoutzi Mantzourani
Memory…
You erase everything
with a sponge
when you want…
You keep only the minimum
those small things
that were wrong done,
but so sweet,
so full of lust
so very well lived.
Ah… the memory!!!
I forgot your face
I can’t even remember
your eyes anymore.
Only, when the weather
changes,
few words, sharp as
a knife
just few words…
when we said goodbye.
I don’t even remember
what they were anymore…
Just the pain..
the pain of the moment
Only that I feel in my heart…
Only that….I remember.
Love is just a four-letter word
Like long, or like, or wish, or hope,
Yet, though it may seem quite absurd,
It encircles the heart with silken rope,
And makes each day seem bright and new,
With myriad wonderful things to do.
Genre: Romance, Relationship, Humor
A Four-Letter Word
by Caro Ness
Love is just a four-letter word
Like long, or like, or wish, or hope,
Yet, though it may seem quite absurd,
It encircles the heart with silken rope,
And makes each day seem bright and new,
With myriad wonderful things to do.
No hill too steep, no road too far,
To be precisely where YOU are!
You, the lover, you the muse,
You the beautiful dancing shoes
That sashay into the mind, the brain,
And linger, like a sweet refrain,
That needs discovering again and again….
Love is just a four letter word,
Like sing, or grin, or feel or hold,
Yet it’s the icing on the cake,
The greatest story ever told.
It’s the fizz in a fine champagne,
It’s the huff and puff of an old steam train
The breeze breathing gently on your face
The intricacies of a piece of lace,
It’s euphoria, it’s a dream
It’s the cherry on top of a large ice cream,
It’s a name you can’t ignore
If I’m the apple, your its core,
It’s a megatastic superstore.
Love is just a four-letter word,
But oh, it is so much MORE.
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She poured out her mind thus:
My dream came true,
As the way I do
Everything with you,
No one else will ever do –
Then we caught a cold.
So, let us grab another day
To drive this matrimonial acrimony away.
Genre: Rhyme, Relationship
<B>ATONEMENT
(For Ako and Antigha)
by Orok Duke</b>
She poured out her mind thus:
My dream came true,
As the way I do
Everything with you,
No one else will ever do –
Then we caught a cold.
So, let us grab another day
To drive this matrimonial acrimony away.
On that chosen day,
A day that was gladsome and gay,
They found time to be alone,
For them to review and atone.
Later that day,
Towards the midnight hour,
I overheard, ”Can I join you?”
And a reply, ”Of course, love!”
Then: smack, muffles, giggles, kisses and some other
Unrecognisable but hushed sounds,
Came from their Honeymoon suite.
They slept peacefully after.
She drifted back to memory lane,
To when she heard him for the first time:
The sonorous, but guttural voice
And that familiar scent of smitten lovers,
Wafted slowly and overwhelmed the room,
Reminding them of those blissful days –
The way they were,
Their idyllic days in Obio Usiere.
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Let me be your rag doll.
Drop me where you may.
Place me on your pillow when you leave for the day.
Genre: Rhyme, Relationship
Rag Doll
by Linda Ward
Let me be your rag doll.
Drop me where you may.
Place me on your pillow when you leave for the day.
Tear my shoulder from loving me,
and fix me when you find the time.
Leave me in the toy box,
when you need some peace of mind.
Let me be your comfort,
when the world has beat you down.
Take me for granted,
knowing that I will always be around.
Trim my hair the way you like,
even though it doesn’t grow.
Then undress me late at night
No one will ever know.
Let me be the tattered toy,
you live your secrets through.
Then throw me in the corner,
and swear I never loved you.
But keep me with you forever,
when you’ve thrown all your other toys away.
Cherish ALL the stains that
can never be washed away.
I kn.ow I am just a rag doll!
But, some one has to be!
Sometimes the greatest gift in life.
Is the the one that comes for free
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(Definition of a rag doll,
A limp, ineffectual person, as in You won’t get a decision from her; she’s a rag doll when it comes to making up her mind. This expression transfers the limpness of a soft doll made from scraps of cloth to human behavior
Second def.
v. in American Football, an engagement between a defensive linemen and offensive lineman where the defensive linemen tosses the (typically 320 lb.) offensive lineman away like a rag doll, usually with ensuing similar deleterious actions imparted to the ball carrier. It would be the reciprocal of a pancake, where the offensive lineman drills the defensive lineman backwards into the ground and then lands on top of him.
Urban def:
To be forcefully grabbed and shaken with such ferocity that the recipient resembles a ragdoll
Literal def:
n.
A stuffed cloth doll, traditionally made from leftover scraps of material.
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