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Cardboard-Jones Nov 2020
I really need some lovin'.
You really need some lovin'.
We all need some lovin', babe.
Show me how you lovin'.

I wanna give my lovin'.
You wanna give your lovin'.
We could use some lovin'.
Give me everything I want.

I wanna give you lovin'.
You wanna give me lovin'.
We could share our lovin', baby.
'Cause we're both done waitin'.
Cause we could use some lovin', love
jeffrey robin Sep 2010
lovin lovin lovin

free
(or it aint love)

lovin lovin lovin

true
(or we end up hurtin)

it aint so bad
to grow up and dream
free and  true

a little distance now and then  is necessaery

love the dream that lingers
in the heart
of man

and
you'll be alright

lovin lovin lovin

(free)

--
st64 Jul 2013
Pardon me, do you have change for a quarter?
I gotta make a phone call, thank you
Oh, I hope this woman don’t take me through no changes today
‘Cause I’ve had a hard day today, man, you know
Let me see what’s happenin’ at the address ‘fore I go home*

How you doin’, I hope you’re fine
Did your day take you through changes and mess up your mind?
I just called to say that I’m on my way
Whoa, and I’ll see you when I get there

I hope you’re in a good mood
You know a man’s home is his castle, and I’m comin’ home to groove
Whoa, and I’ll see you when I get there
I’ll see you when I get there

And you’ll be ready for good lovin’
You’ll be ready for good lovin’
‘Cause I’ve worked hard all day
Now I’m comin’ home to be with the one I love

Candlelight, cold wine, soft music on the radio
And you got everything you need from the store
‘Cause I’ll be in for the evening and I don’t wanna come out no more
Whoa, and I’ll see you when I get there
I’ll see you when I get there

And you’ll be ready for good lovin’
You’ll be ready for good lovin’
‘Cause I’ve worked hard all day
Now I’m comin’ home to lay and relax my mind

Whoa, I’ll see you when I get there
I’ll see you when I, see you when I get there, baby
[I’ll see you when I get there] I’ll see you when I get there
[I’ll see you when I get there] I’ll see you when I get there,baby
[I’ll see you when I get there] See you when I get there
[I’ll see you when I get there] See you when I get there, baby

Whoa, I’ll see you when I get there
I’ll see you when I get there

And you’ll be ready for good lovin’
You’ll be ready for good lovin’
‘Cause I’ve worked hard all day
Now I’m comin’ home to lay and relax my mind

Whoa, I’ll see you when I get there
I said I’ll see you when I get there, baby
I said I’ll see you when I get there
I said I’ll see you when I get there, baby

I said I might have to run all the way
Because the bus might be slow today
I’ve been thinkin’ about you all day long
And I just can’t wait to get home

I’ll see you when I get there
I’ll see you when I get there, baby
[You’ll be ready] I’ve been workin’ hard all day, you’ve been on my mind
[You’ll be ready] I can’t go on without you, darling, by my side
[I’ll see you when I get there] I’ll see you when I get there
[I’ll see you when I get there]
[I’ll see you when I get there] I’ll see you when I get there, baby!



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S T, 3 July 2013
Sure do love this song :)
whoa.... just g-roooovy, man!

can ye dig it? lol

Did your day take you through changes and mess up your mind?
worry not, poet ...tides'll turn...
it must, ok!
:)








sub-entry: 'rail'

1.
I'm your railroad
to where you want to go
climb aboard
fret none

sit back and relax
look out the window
and dream away

feel that breeze
      kiss your face
      lift your hair
brush your cares...gone

see the sheep at pasture
feel the green fields whizz by
poles at intervals
folk as dots, standing still
wagons trudge along

2.
ant on glass
see it walk so bold
across the sky

let landscapes roll along
at terrific speed
feel the jolt-less ride
as you float on foreign feelings
thrum..thrum..thrumming on

clackety-clack, clack!
rhythmic
hum to a tuneless channel

cradling on your lap
a book on philosophy
you shan't be reading
nor really needing, ha!
(go on, pretend all you like:)

no traffic jam
only
in your head

3.
boat's too slow
car's too noisy
bus too high
foot is sore
rail is best

this one can let you glide
up
onto that highway in the sky

4.
waste precious time
having jolly fun, man
on me

look out, baby
look out
and see the reflection
of my face
on the edges
of your thoughts

hey, no need to hide
your smile so beautifully unbidden
into your hand
give it
oh, see how you ache to just give it!

no late arrival
only
what you really want, darling
you know it, too
don't you?

5.
spill some freakin' smiles
over that fatigued mind
rinse merriment
all over
and soak in some
fab laughs

time to ditch the glum
just for today
please

have a slow Bell's...smooth flow
unmixed
as it were
plus an unmessy *******
and no Muzak

come
climb on
no tax, no toll
this is
just for you:
sweet supremo
all-time waxless ride ...


6.
this railroad
wasn't made today

it can take you, baby

it will take you
where you wanna go :)

oh, clackety-clack
CLACK...!
mark john junor Apr 2016
all things in my life
comes back to this love
comes back to this moment your hand in mine
warmth in your eyes
comes back to all the hours in
each other's arms talking lovin' dreaming
talking lovin' dreaming
so my love wont you tell me
tell me why would you worry 'bout that girl
tell me why she is even in our world
all things in my life are you
everything i know and love is you
i am sure that we have something that
nobody else will ever know
something the world will never be
i know that cause i see the way you look at me
i know how it is to be in your arms
all things in my life come back to this love
that we live everyday
so my love why would you worry about that girl
tell me why she is even in our world
in your arms talking lovin' dreaming
talking lovin' dreaming
I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
   Snow has friz me,
   Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
   Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
   But I don't care!
   I'm still here!
Camryn Noell Mar 2014
Pizza Love
Pizza, Please?
I Love All Pizza
Sausage ,Pepperoni, Or Cheese

Pizza Love
Its Forever
In My Heart
It Makes Life Better

Pizza Love
Pizza, Please?
I REALLY LIKE PIZZA
Sausage,Pepperoni, and Cheese.
Cedric McClester Apr 2019
By: Cedric McClester

Your man hit on my girl
And I became singed
Due to his disrespect
I wanted to get revenge
One night of your lovin’
When you were undaunted
One night of your lovin’
Was all I really wanted

We were at a party
When opportunity knocked
And so I took full advantage
Of the lateness of the clock
I offered to take you home
And you demurely agreed
That was all I needed
In order to succeed

You turned out to be
A very special treat
I guess that’s why they say
That revenge is sweet
If we never do it again
It won’t be a defeat
It won’t erase the memory
Of us inside your sheets

One night of your lovin
Was really all it took
To remain etched in my memory
If I should write a book
One night of your lovin’
Was oh so very nice
One night of your lovin’
Put me in paradise

C. McClester, Copyrigjht (c) 2019.  All rights reserved.
I drank her in with my lonesome stare
I said,
"Give me that good lovin'
darling it don't take work
to turn on your oven..."
First she feigned indifference
then she sighed with deference
and I coaxed her in like a trout in spring.

Honey I'm looking for the hot button to push
some women will holler,
men like me will shush
cause the hot button just needs the right touch
celebrate good lovin' with me, don't fuss...

Politics are all about the hot button.
Men with the long arms ain't seen nothin'.
Law man bows to the law maker.
Hot button respects your journalistic prayer.

Some men see what some men hide,
but you can keep hiding if the law will abide.
Even when the law man says no-no
lawmaker's got a hearse:
'nother **, 'nother **...

Hot button's the only thing you'll see in print.
What your momma's momma says is what will glint.
The bird is the word, I'll say in vain,
but top dollar pays what's at the nose of the vane.

I've wanted to push the hot button all night long
classic poems galore, but mine are all wrong.
I guess I'll go back to where I was born,
chew a dog bone, scraps, with my baby teeth worn.

In the junkyard, I see yesterday's hot buttons
emaciated bells and whistles just struttin'
They've lost their minds and luster, no thanks
I'm like,
"These are the gals you see walking the planks."
Every day more hot buttons walk in line,
heaven is just a misery for these topics of history
but I polish them with chrome
I get desperate, what can I say.
I'll never leave a hot button to rot with dismay.

Just give me another hour, good lovin' can dream.
I'll bring a hot button to you, good Lord! It'll gleam.
So, I just wanted to write for the sake of writing.
I have a theme running through this, of course, from the title to the last line, but I also just wanted to write since it's been a while.

This poem doesn't have a consistent rhythm and I partly didn't mean for that to happen, but I also needed it to be this way because of the conversational tone of the piece.

In the end, it's its own little romp through resentment and frustration over my life firstly, but also the life we all share: the sorry state of the world.

As always, enjoy!

DEW
barnoahMike Nov 2010
Touch Me my Lovin Woman,  Hold Me my Lovin Woman,  Kiss Me my Lovin Woman,   .  Make Life worth  LIVIN,   MAKE DREAMS COME TRUE.   Touch Me my Lovin Woman,   Remember Me at NIGHT ,  When the   Moon is HIDDEN and the Darkness is SO DEEP ! !  As if Lost in a World of Dreams,  I;ve called out for YOUR-TOUCH!   You;ve said things that make Me Cry,  that make me Blue.   I now "CRY-OUT" for your Gentle Touch.    REMEMBERING THAT WHEN WE LAST "K I S S E D " in JOY._I COULD  "TASTE" THE MIXING OF "OUR" TEARS! !   When this Dream is Over,  WAKE ME, ,and tell Me I'm FREE !     Tell Me I'm not Lost,  My dreams of YOU,  WHICH-PART ,  is Really YOU ?   When the Dream is OVER . Awaken me with the  Soft Sweetness of YOUR LIPS >.... and Then,,,I'll know for sure....."AWAKENED BY YOUR TOUCH" ...
copyright @2010  barnoahMike    Mike Ham

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