Let Me Feel
Your Cosmos
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© 2008 - Ben Heine

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Bring Me to
Your Heart

By Peter S. Quinn

Bring me to your heart,
Where dreams won't die;
Everything is world apart,
Open space and its sky.
Let me feel your cosmos,
Inside where feelings are;
Outside is never too close,
Everything essences afar.

Bring me to your love,
Where our wings fly on free;
Far about the clouds above,
Thoughts for you and me.
Give me sense to build on,
Find the way to new hope;
In an instant perhaps it's gone,
Through time's oscilloscope.

Bring me to my senses,
Never let my searching die;
Oddly meeting sequences,
Short memories away will fly.
Footsteps in the sand vanish,
Who knows and who will care?
What oblivion time banish,
If this road goes to nowhere.

(The poem appeared on
petersquinn.blogspot.com)

PS : Taken in Paris last Summer
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Be Protected

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© 2008 - Ben Heine

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Sex Without Love
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By Sharon Olds

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

(The poem appeared on
famouspoetsandpoems.com)

Forbidden Love
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© 2008 - Ben Heine
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Torn
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By Melissa Farrell

Should darkness hold and keep this time
apart from all I've held as mine,
what light and smile does future hold
unless I shift and do as told?

And if I choose to hold my way,
refuse to bend nor think nor sway,
will all you've kept as strong and true
descend to die and rot in you?

Answer, love, if you may speak,
and tell me if you think me weak
in choice to cast love to its grave
for care of one whose lips I crave..

What path to take, how far to turn?
Two hearts impaled, and one to burn.
Oh, endless thought of choice and need;
who shall I wound and leave to bleed?

(The poem appeared on voicesnet.org)

PS : The drawing was inspired from a photo by
the talented Ejenia Spasskaja, Minificus
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Time Is Greedy
.© 2008 - Hubert Lebizay

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The Clock
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By Charles Baudelaire

Impassive clock! Terrifying, sinister god,
Whose finger threatens us and says: "Remember!
The quivering Sorrows will soon be shot
Into your fearful heart, as into a target;

Nebulous pleasure will flee toward the horizon
Like an actress who disappears into the wings;
Every instant devours a piece of the pleasure
Granted to every man for his entire season.

Three thousand six hundred times an hour, Second
Whispers: Remember! Immediately
With his insect voice, Now says: I am the Past
And I have sucked out your life with my filthy trunk!

Remember! Souviens-toi, spendthrift! Esto memor!
(My metal throat can speak all languages.)
Minutes, blithesome mortal, are bits of ore
That you must not release without extracting the gold!

Remember, Time is a greedy player
Who wins without cheating, every round! It's the law.
The daylight wanes; the night deepens; remember!
The abyss thirsts always; the water-clock runs low.

Soon will sound the hour when divine Chance,
When august Virtue, your still virgin wife,
When even Repentance (the very last of inns!),
When all will say: Die, old coward! it is too late!"

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(Poem's source : fleursdumal.org )
(translated by William Aggeler)

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The poem and photo appeared on hubzay.deviantart.com

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Audrey and Phil

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(Ben Heine © Cartoons)

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These are the portraits of
Audrey and Philippe Tshilumba
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A Lover's Delight

By Malini Kadir

Waiting Awaiting
As days pass
Thinking; writing
In mid thoughts pause

Multiple visions
Arise in mind
Joyful Fashions
Of very colourful Kind

His mind ventures
Dwelling on every part
The secret treasures
Curiosity trickles a start

Wandering thoughts
Rest on her mid waist arrow
Down further brought
A curly tuft of dark furrow

Exotic thoughts spicy temptation
Dragging His mind to thrilling peaks
His Lips are wet in justification
His thoughts impatiently seeks

The bell at the door rings
His visions Chased in Haste
Preoccupied thoughts to present brings
Alluring woman but still pure and chaste

(The poem appeared on poemsabout.com)
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Dominika Timoszuk
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(Ben Heine © Cartoons)

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Dreamy Invader

By Dominika Timoszuk

You and You
always in my dreams
Real, so real
only when I sleep
Close, too close
makes me feel afraid
That my whisper
will reveal
will betray
that You were here

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The 2 persons represented are my dear friends
Dominika Timoszuk and Leszek Boltruczuk.
Dominika graduated in law and got a master degree
in criminology. However, she is rather interested in arts and
literature. She also loves music and sings in her rockband
and sometimes writes about life observations.
Visit Dominika's great blog, "Inner Light"

All the poems posted here are by Dominika Timoszuk.

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Under my skin

By Dominika Timoszuk

Nothing new under my skin:
Blood perversely rushes through veins
Every move strains my muscles
Every heartbeat closes Death.

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Nirvana of Mine

By Dominika Timoszuk

A thoughtless moment-
joyful nonexistance
With no past behind me-
laugh at ego persistence.

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I'm every woman

By Dominika Timoszuk

I'm every woman
Craving for attention
Sweet lies
not to mention

A walking contradiction
Within just one month
Anything can happen
That is woman's life.

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Against Disabilism

By Dominika Timoszuk

Come in handy Handicapped
Show us how to treasure
What we take for granted
Without having a measure

For we can walk
and march for war
For we can speak
but tell all lies

Handicapped we are
Though having all we need
With no compasion- mentally ill
Looking so fine- rotten underneath

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Sweet Dreaming

By Dominika Timoszuk

Again-the dreaming-
And that sweet, sweet feeling
when the dream slips woken mind.

And moment of truth
You're gone, no more us-two
And again I'm all alone.

A banal cliché
Fatal anyway
I'm killing the dream
Stuck in reality.

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Provoking Myself

By Dominika Timoszuk

I dreamt of hugging that made me shiver
I dreamt of sucking that made me blush
I dreamt of licking that made me give her
the whole small prudish world of mine

And then I woke up and right beside me
There was she lying stark naked, so pleased
And realised it wasn't just dreaming
And here I go- a totally new Me.

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Wind in my Hair

By Dominika Timoszuk

Wind in my hair
Euphemism today
Can't blame the wind
It's blowing like hell

Drops from the sky
Euphemism once more
Can't blame the rain
It wets me to the core.

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Long ago

By Dominika Timoszuk

When the past comes back
And gets sitted right beside You
Then you realise
That it is all behind You

And the words he says don't hurt
Though they still make melody
Though the looks can't deceive
No they can't, indeed!

And though moment gets me stuck
In- between realities
There's no place for regrets
Only pleasure memories

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The Verses from the Bus

By Dominika Timoszuk

The fragility of Fate!
Though Fate seems so grave
That's just an illusion
The mix, the fusion

Of impossibility
Of ridiculous

The mingle of you and me
Sweet, sour, loving, mean
Exaggeration, duration
Of our small nation

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While drunk...

By Dominika Timoszuk

Drunk in my mind
Physically sober
That is my way
to survive October

Soon to come winter
Freezes my cheer
Leaves cover my bed
Need You to warm me Dear

I deeply hope
Like nature blooms
That in the spring
I'll also do

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The Handicapped

By Dominika Timoszuk

Come in handy Handicapped
Show us how to treasure
What we take for granted
Without having a measure

For we can walk
and march for war
For we can speak
but tell all lies

Handicapped we are
Though having all we need
With no compasion- mentally ill
Looking so fine- rotten underneath

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Sad Conclusion

By Dominika Timoszuk

Don't worry, be happy
Friday the Thirteenth
Nothing bad can happen
Except for this:

You spill the milk all over
You crush Your shiny Rover
You really deadly miss her
You stain your favourite T-shirt

Don't worry, be happy
Saturday- Fourteenth
Nothing bad will happen
Except for this:

You...

On and on all over
Like on the carousel
Life chases destiny
Through triviality...

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The Greed

By Dominika Timoszuk

Oh, God's little malice
Forbiding the greed
When it's all people's nature
The craving for life

To grab it and taste it
With their mouths full
They mumble sinning
always yearn for more

Insatiable desire
Never to be fullfilled
But that urge lasts forever
But that is all in vain.
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