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A Horse-Drawn Carriage Ride

Oh what fun it is to see
A carriage drawn by a horse
Still after all these years
You can find them still, of course

For in special towns you can find
A horse drawn carriage to travel in
In New Orleans for instance, folks
So very beautiful with lots of trim

But can you imagine just how
Exciting they were in their day
Perhaps a roof and maybe not
Like riding atop a trailer with hay

So many wonderful styles there were
You can see in museums and such
Fancy some of them really are
With an old-fashioned classic touch

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poem by Marilyn Lott
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No Other Feeling's Like It

I like it!
To be held.
To be hugged,
And understood.

I like it!
That one on one,
Knowing what is done...
Is good.

I like it!
When it's real.
And I feel,
I am and can be...
Loved.

I like it!
When it's real.
And I feel,
I am and can be...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thrills

Can there be thrills without soupcon
of fear, can sex in private places
be as exciting as the fun
of sex in public, where disgrace is
a risk sex gamblers like to take
to trump love made inside a closet?
With fear a thrill will raise the stake,
and risk the forfeit of deposit,
and since the fear gets less each time
the thrill occurs, new risks are taken
until they escalate to crime,
where thrills, like fear, are godforsaken.

Inspired by Dan Neil’s review of the Nissan GT-R (LA Times, April 16,2008, “Uptight, outta sight: a marvel of power and speed, the Nissan GT-R is so safe and serene that it is curiously lacking in thrills”) :

[F]for all it’s pants-ripping performance, the GT-R is surprisingly––amazingly––not all that exciting to drive. Oh yeah, there’s epic velocity here, and yet, because there is so much assurance, so many electronic layers of self-preservation, there isn’t much frisson or fear. Without fear there is no fun, which anyone who’s had sex in a public place can tell you…Despite the GT-R’s official nickname, “Godzilla, ” it’s more like 2 tons of fluffy kitten.

4/16/08

poem by Gershon Hepner
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We Decided To Cut Some Trees

we planted the seeds together
we were thinking of fruits
for our children
we were thinking of the shade
where they can
in the future play

then the fruits in bounty came
mangoes loaded
and some water apples
shining on the twigs

the fruits ripen and some birds
came and ate them
the fruits ripen and some fell
on the ground and some
worms came and ate them

the trees get tired finally of the
seasons

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ice Skating

People love to go skating, across the ice;
It may be rather chilly, but it’s just so nice.
People wrapped up in coats, gloves and scarves,
Share each other’s company, and also some laughs.

Fairy lights twinkle, up in the trees nearby.
Excited eyes sparkle, and spirits are high.
Across the rink, the skaters twist and twirl;
On the ice, their skates create ornate swirls.

Novice skaters hang on, tightly, to the side;
Their nerves, with smiles, they try to hide.
A good sense of balance is vital, to stay upright;
Wibble-wobbling about, some people lose the fight.

Some skaters execute some amazing moves;
That they are old pros, they can easily prove.
Some people hold hands, as they skate around;
Taking in all of the exciting sights and sounds.

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poem by Angela Wybrow
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I Miss You

I miss you
When I'm over here
I feel down that I won't see you again
When I'm with you I’m all jolly
I enjoy being with you when we're together
You get me so well

I miss you
So much when you're not here with me
I feel like, I have been left in the rain alone waiting for you to come to me
You make me laugh when I'm sad or not in a good mood
Being with you been such an exciting time of my life
Now is all over

I miss you
I can't stop thinking about you
You probably going to feel the way when you don't see me anymore
You are an amazing person that I ever meet
Will things be the way it used to be or it won't?

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poem by Christina Phan
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Theatre Of Dreams

Oh can I lie here, can I whisper; can I tell
you anything that you want to hear,
Is it thoughts, is it feelings, is it what you
need, can I make you feel good,
It's just something that I thought that
you'd like, in a world that's dying,
Oh I can see you smiling. Oh, can I do this
for you?
In the pale and lonely light you feel so
exciting ah,
I fail the words, I need to speak to tell you
how,
You can love who you love, you can be who
you want, in the theater of dreams,
Oh, you can love who you love, you can be
who you want, in the theater of dreams. In
the theater of dreams.
Oh can I touch you, can I hold you, I can
do anything, that you want me to,
Does it hurt, is it OK is it what you need to

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poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Me, the Poet? and She?

Me the Poet? and she?

Any time I am to handle her
It is a pleasure to both
She accommodates me so well
And accepts all my maneuvers
With silence and giving me
Signs of her enjoying
Each move and touch of mine

It is always a new experience
When I approach her
For negotiating her
As each time her curves and shades change
Apparently exciting me

The product of our association
Is also a pleasure to us
And to others as well
As the outputs always have

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poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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A Hope In Being Lost

i love being
lost

it is another
adventure
of my lifetime

to be lost
is a plan
it is a kind of
desire
like summer

it is a place
where you have
never been
you plunge
upon a darkness
upon a depth
into something

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Position Held

It is unique and exciting to look back
When so much happiness left behind and at stake
I feel elated and life comes to full swing
As if I have become powerful with strong wings

I look around with hungry eyes
So many people have made earnest try
I have reached a stage where I feel no shy
With so much joy my eyes become joy and I simply cry

It is some sort of self appeasement
Heavy down pour wishes along with sentiments
I wish and waned to move among competitive world
Feeling self assured with crowing glory yet so much cold

I have no urge to appeal anyone
There will be some special man
Who will come rushing to me with nice proposal?
I eagerly watch and wait for its arrival

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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