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Love Song for DagmarShe’s a glutton, she’s no kitten; she can stuff her face for Britain
See her sitting in her Citroen, you can spot her from afar.
She is buxom, she is brazen, see her bottom, it’s amazing,
She is straining at the straplets of her cantilevered bra.
She’s an airship, she’s a trawler, still I worship and adore her
She’s a randy landslide riding in her flash French car.
As a goddess, she’s the oddest, and she’s vulgar and immodest
She’s the empress of breast, she is my sweet Dagmar.

She’s no figment, she’s no fragment, she’s a fat fridge magnet
and she’s sticking like a limp

Sinful Sex?

He lays me down & spreads me out on his bed.
He tells me he wants to relieve my stress & help me rest my head.
He runs his fingers through my hair & he kisses my lips,
He takes away the tension by playing with me below my hips.
As my legs are up high in the air,
I feel like I have no worries or cares.
He plays me so hard I let out a slight yell,
& I wonder if something this good will put me in hell.

Some people told me I shouldn't try
Because all you do is make me cry
But I love you to much to let you go
I love you more then you think you know
You tell me that you just don't care
All those times I needed you there
to hold me when i hurt real bad
to dry my tears, and take my sad
you can't understand how i feel inside
when it was over, I just died
All I want is for you to see
is what you really mean to me
Ever since that horrible day
that i heard those words you had to say
I can't stop thinking about you
I want you to know all this is true
Everything you've read
is about the things you've said
I'll never, ever stop tryin'

April's HouseThe man who would be my lover through April had a daughter.
I showed her Playboys from 1999 and she grabbed at my breasts.

In mid-April my lover's grandmother died in a Michigan hospital.
The night before we had hurried sex on a friend's floor and in his shower.

I lay naked on a dark blue couch watching B list horror movies
with names like Frankenhooker and drank carbonated strawberry wine.

The floor was covered in empty Bacardi bottles and powdered Cheetos
while the bathroom smelled of concentrated bleach and urine.

I could crawl out onto the flat tarry roof through a second story window.
On the fourth of July I sat on the functionl

Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:

I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now

The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...

They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give

I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending

The Feelings That LingerThe Feelings That Linger:

The sound of your voice still lingers here
Even though I know you're gone...
And my nights have turned to sleepless days;
They grow worse with every dawn...

You've probably heard this story though
At least a thousand times or more.
But the thing I remember best about her
Is the sound of that closing door...

It was like the end to everything;
A cloud inside my head.
When I came awake on that final night;
I reached for her in bed-

But an empty space was all I got;
There was no one to wipe these tears.
I could scream and cry for many hours;
But it wouldn't chase my fears.

I tried so hard to tell myself

In MemoriamAfter: I set on the walk to home,
By woodland paths; I paced, I paced
But then as the cloak of dark came down,
I nearing my old town- was not braced
For that image of moths, flickering blue-
I stumbled there; reminded of you.

So I spun on my heels in evening gloam,
By autumn leaves I raced, I raced
Away from the moments that rendered in silver,
Cast glamour on the forest face
And stabbed through the shimmer of early dew-
I could have died there, surrounded by you.

KissYou don't need to put your hair up
To show you wear a crown
You don't need to paint your face up
To make my walls fall down
You don't need a Wonderbra
To let your sexy shine
You don't need gold or diamonds
To tell the world you're fine
You don't need designer clothes
To prove that you have class
You don't need to know Houdini
To make the magic last

All you need is your sweet love
To be the woman I dream of.

His Never-Wed BrideBriskly comes the bloody winter wind’s vent
Gray dusk looms over my shattered homestead
The crow’s caw makes known the warrior’s descent
Across the dying pasture, misted red

Glory, comes now my once sweetly adored!
Fighting brothers with valiant reluctance
His tender eyes shut, his breathing no more
His body lies stone-cold with stiffened stance

How well he fought for his country and lass
Like Prince Paris, fighting for what he claimed
Now laid ready for a still, somber mass
His face in my conscience forever famed

Gone is the restful warmth of his skin
Gone is the honey-like voice from his tongue
Yet, here he lays

Thine eyes, at night, reply
   with glimpses, torrents and throes;
   batting lashes as phoenix ashes,
   skips of stone on open shores.

Wax to wane to bend friendly,
may this season be neverending:
rain drops on top,
wholesome sun on sole,
frosted futures,
the non-stop motion of blossoms.

Thine eyes, at times, defy
all psychic laws,
some physical, too;
there's whimsy, lipstick, demure posture -
one is lost in you.

   The trickle that tickles the seed
   is budding infinitely;
   deafening, blinding, enlightening –

Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 1

How is it your voice is a canyon which cuts
where you did not even speak, opening the rivers
of my lungs so they could cataract, could rage with breath
you breathed? That the rock swells of your ribs, washed
round and floating, met then barred the way with mine
so that my heart, turned to tides, could not slip by,
and beat against the walls, unanswered, ‘til it drowned?

And that I still don’t hate you, even now?

There’s all this nonsense of lips and bubbles, that’s fine;
still refuse drifts in one direction all the same, refusing—
shored up maybe by some reassuring echoes still unsung&mdas

Hate me for loving you

I'm sorry I fell in love with you
For causing pain is the best thing I do
I should have left when love came around
But I found it's rarity too profound

I thought I could love and leave things be
But I can't so here's my plea
I'm sorry I let some feelings get in the way
But I fell in love so what else can I say

I wish I could turn back the hands of time
So I could stop this ongoing crime
Now I'm left wishing for a fresh start
Because it hurts to have a broken heart

Love screws up how and what you think
And causes mood swings as often as you blink
I won't allow myself to sit here and wait
For true love to turn to hate

There's so

Space-FarerShe cried from her high window sill
Up in her tower room.
Where is it love, you hide from me,
Upon that barren moon?

A vow, before you took your leave
You would return, and soon
But what has come of my cosmonaut
High upon the moon?

Far above, he directs his gaze to Earth
Wishing, wasting on the dunes
Haunted by the thought of his true love
Somewhere beneath the moon

My comrades rest beneath the sun
To dust their bodies hewn
And I languish for my lover fair
Trapped on this desert moon

My ship lies wrecked on Rümker’s Ridge
In dust its guts are strewn
It will never leave the blasted rocks
And vales of the barren moo

Love isn't the words "I love you,"
Said over and over again,
It isnt demanding and wantful,
It souldnt cause me pain,
Love may be being close,
But not just close in bed,
Its close through understanding,
What is and isn't said,
Love would never abandon me,
When I need it by my side,
Love should always know,
What I'm feeling deep inside,
Love isn't a part of my body,
It lies in my heart and soul,
Love should always be the thing,
Than makes my life feel whole...

Look Into My Eyes...

Look into my eyes
And tell me what I want to hear
Tell me pretty lies
Tell me I have nothing to fear

Look into my eyes
And tell me it isn't true
Tell me that you need me
As much as I need you

Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see
Tell me pretty lies
Tell me they're not empty

Look into my eyes
And tell me we're okay
Tell me you have nothing to hide
And that you love me more each day

Look into my eyes
And tell me there's no other
Tell me pretty lies
Tell me that you don't love her

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GloriaWie lieb ich deine Worte
wohl gewählt
und keines falsch oder zuviel
den seidensanften Stimmenklang
mit unsrer beider Lust
zum Ziel.

Wie lieb ich die Gedanken
die uns sind
an einem Sonnentag sich freuen
wie ein Kind
in luftigen Höhen sein
beim Laufen einhalten geschwind.

Wie lieb ich deine Zärtlichkeit
so heiß geliebt
in sich so sanft gestreckt
im honigschwangren Kerzenschein
mit meiner Liebe zugedeckt.

Wie liebe ich was du mir tust
mein Sehnen stillst
und dann mich hältst
wenn alles mich
zerreißen will und in mir kocht
mein sündig heißes Blut.

SchwanengesangVerzückt stehe ich
und
betrachte dein ätherisches
Profil
wie grazil du dich bewegst
wie exakt deine Tanzschritte
sind...

Da kommst du daher
und
tanzt dich so
leichtfüßig
in mein Herz
du,mit deinen zierlichen
Fesseln
und
dieser engelsgleichen
Anmut

Un deux trois...
und es ist um mich geschehn
lange schon
längst,bevor der Vorhang fiel
verfiel ich dir

Seit deinem ersten Blick
der damals ja
noch gar nicht
mir galt

Beuge und biege dich nun
für mich
bis du
in meine Umarmung
passt
dann
gib dich mir hin
und
stirb in meinen Armen
Schwan.

TochtergerichtWar nie
und
wird niemals
gehn
wird endgültig
dazwischen stehn
in Finsternis
da kann ja nichts
gedeihn
ein jeglicher kämpft nur
für sich
allein...

Doch färbt nicht länger
Stummheit
mein Gesicht
war doch das Pflänzchen,
welches strebte auf
zum Licht,
drum frag ich:
Vater,
warum brachst du mich?

Zaertliche TageAn diesen zärtlichen Tagen
möchte ich dir,Lieber,
so viel sagen
mich in deine Gedanken einbringen
und ganz tief
in dein Innerstes dringen
unsere Herzen im Gleichklang
spüren
dich und mich
zu einer kleinen Dummheit
verführen
an diesen zärtlichen Tagen...
an diesen zärtlichen Tagen.

An diesen zärtlichen Tagen,
mein Lieber,
da möchte ich jauchzen und singen
mich
in deinen Armen wiegen und
in ihnen gen Himmel empor
schwingen
rastlos sein,atemlos
und ganz leis
in dich hineinlauschen
bis ich
alles von dir weiß
an diesen zärtlichen Tagen...
an diesen zärtlichen Tagen.

AmaryllisEin Mädchen
bist du
eine
so schlanke
Schöne...

In deinen zart
geröteten Kelchen
ziert ein grüner Hauch von
Frühling
diesen dunklen
Winter

Hoch in
schwellende Stengel
saugst du den
Lebensquell und treibst dir
ein vorfreudiges Lächeln
auf die
Aprikotwangen
während du
bereits aus zwei wachen
Gesichtern blickst.

Bald
gebiert auch deine
zweite Seele
ihr Zwillingsgesicht
bald
bist du
ganz.

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Je t' en prie : poem :

by ~FedersStrich, Mar 19, 2012, 12:52:04 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Traditional Fixed Forms

Schenk mir ein rotes Kleid
und
rote Schuhe auch
und
küss mir Hand
und Lippen auch

doch dann
- Je T' en prie -
liebe mich.

Ich bitte dich.

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~NishitokyoGirl Mar 29, 2012 Student Writer

Gelungen

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~FedersStrich Mar 29, 2012 Writer

Dankeschön

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*BeauCyphre Mar 28, 2012 Professional Writer

Sehr sexy! Schon interessant, was man mit wenigen Worten machen kann - wenn man es kann

.

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~FedersStrich Mar 28, 2012 Writer

Freut mich,wenn es dir gefallen hat.

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*BeauCyphre Mar 28, 2012 Professional Writer

Na ja, komm, ich bin ja nicht aus Stein

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~FedersStrich Mar 28, 2012 Writer

Sicher nicht,nein.^_^

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~grotesquelucienne Mar 19, 2012 Student General Artist

Sehr melodiös.

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Mood: Joy

~FedersStrich Mar 20, 2012 Writer

Ja?

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~grotesquelucienne Mar 20, 2012 Student General Artist

Ja schon...

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~FedersStrich Mar 21, 2012 Writer

"Ja schon" klingt irgendwie nach...aber..?

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