SH Poetry Corner

cc_7up on Mon Dec 27 2004 wrote:

Someone.

If i could find a someone who
is looking for a someone too
a someone whose heart is filled with grace
a someone whose love i could embrace

I know there is someone out there for me
a someone who waits patiently,
and when we meet then we both will make sure
that each, is that someone, we have waited for.

Fred aka Medic 1 on Sat Jan 08 2005 wrote:

Thought this may go down well ==
By Rudyard Kipling. >>>>

I’VE taken my fun where I've found it;
I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time;
I've 'ad my pickin' o' sweethearts,
An' four o' the lot was prime.
One was an 'arf-caste widow,
One was a woman at Prome,
One was the wife of a jemadar-sais,
An' one is a girl at 'ome.

Now I aren't no 'and with the ladies,
For, takin' 'em all along,
You never can say till you've tried 'em,
An' then you are like to be wrong.
There's times when you'll think that you mightn't,
There's times when you'll know that you might;
But the things you will learn from the Yellow an' Brown,
They'll 'elp you a lot with the White!

I was a young un at 'Oogli,
Shy as a girl to begin;
Aggie de Castrer she made me,
- An' Aggie was clever as sin;
Older than me, but my first un -
More like a mother she were
Showed me the way to promotion an' pay,
An' I learned about women from 'er !

Then I was ordered to Burma,
Actin' in charge o' Bazar,
An' I got me a tiddy live 'eathen
Through buyin' supplies off 'er pa.
Funny an' yellow an' faithful
Doll in a teacup she were
But we lived on the square, like a true-married pair,
An' I learned about women from 'er !

Then we was shifted to Neemuch
(Or I might ha' been keepin' 'er now),
An' I took with a shiny she-devil,
The wife of a nigger at Mhow;
'Taught me the gipsy-folks' bolee;
Kind o' volcano she were,
For she knifed me one night 'cause I wished she was white,
And I learned about women from 'er !

Then I come 'ome in a trooper,
'Long of a kid o' sixteen
'Girl from a convent at Meerut,
The straightest I ever 'ave seen.
Love at first sight was 'er trouble,
She didn't know what it were;
An' I wouldn't do such, 'cause I liked 'er too much,
But - I learned about women from 'er !

I've taken my fun where I've found it,
An' now I must pay for my fun,
For the more you 'ave known o' the others
The less will you settle to one;
An' the end of it's sittin' and thinkin',
An' dreamin' Hell-fires to see;
So be warned by my lot (which I know you will not),
An' learn about women from me !

What did the Colonel's Lady think ?
Nobody never knew.
Somebody asked the Sergeant's Wife,
An' she told 'em true!
When you get to a man in the case,
They're like as a row of pins -
For the Colonel's Lady an' Judy O'Grady
Are sisters under their skins !


jemadar-sais Head-groom
bolee Slang

little gem on Tue Jan 11 2005 wrote:

From me to you

As my fingers dance across the keys
I wonder if they'll contact me?
Anticipating the dreaded ring.
with words of doom and death they bring.
Locked in this cupboard, starved of light,
Find a way foward, to be able to fight.
It is not in the waiting but the imagination the fault,
Out of one's skin I wish to moult
Running in overdrive expecting the worst,
Not the only one to panic, not the first.
As the world spins round upon it's axis
I wish and wait forgetting to practice
The gift of giving my love true to those,
For whom you sit and write the prose.
The words they fall upon deaf ears.
Eyes they sting upon filling with tears.
Curtains shut on portholes to souls,
Watertight once, now full of holes
Softly soaring on a new wave,
Know my love to you I gave.
It was not perfect, not shiney nor new,
T'was all I could offer from me to you.

PoloLady on Sun Jan 16 2005 wrote:

A swinger named Pouter did put out an ad
To have a quick fling with a nice randy lad.

A SM named Sparrow was quick to reply
and sent her a photo to show he weren't shy.

It was a full body photo with his hand on his cock
which included his face, that did come as a shock.

Pouter looked at the photo and shouted with glee
He looks fucking gorgous, I want him in me!

They exchanged phone numbers and chatted a while.
He was charming and funny, kept making her smile.

Pouter was happy, she thought Sparrow was great
she moved one stage further in setting a date.

They met on a friday at a smallish hotel
and to Pouter's suprise he was on time aswell.

Sparrow paid for the room and then bought her some wine
They went to the room and it was all going fine.

A looker and funny and buying her drink
I bet he's a crap lover, I'm hearing you think.

There was no disappointment for Pouter my friend
they were playing and fucking for hours on end.

After hours of pounding she needed a rest
to chatch back her breath and wipe cum of her chest.

Still teasing her pussy with the end of his cock
he never went limp and stayed hard as a rock.

It was late in the morning, they called it a day
got in their own cars and went their own way.

It was about two days later she started to twitch
then scratching and rubbing, her pussy did itch.

She went to the doctor's and got cream for her bush.
That Sparrow had flown but he left her with thrush.

It was a lucky escape I hope you will see
when you think how much worse that condition could be.

Be safe and be careful and then you will find
when you've had all your fun, they leave nothing behind.

the_Lestat on Mon Jan 17 2005 wrote:

hi guys , i know im not a regular here or anything but im quite a creative person so i felt obliged to leave a poem .....

our dog fred was a smoking beagle
but he always wanted to be an eagle
to soar in the sky without smoke in his eye
and never have to like royals or regal

short but sweet , hi im lou and new !

coolpants on Thu Jan 20 2005 wrote:

Lovers aren't always best of friends:
Too much, sometimes, lies between their sheets.
In fact they need a friend to share the sweets
And sorrows of a love that always ends.
Love that lasts is love that's more than passion:
A wedding of true friendship and desire.

Some might fear a certain loss of fire,
But pleasure is ignited by compassion.
You're the one in whom I most confide,
The inner ear I talk to through the day,
The flesh I need when I must have my way,

The world where I am home when I'm inside.
And even more, I find my pleasure, too,
From seeing the delight you take in me,
The comfort, quiet joy, and ecstasy
That it is my gift to give to you.

Song on Sun Jan 23 2005 wrote:

Tree be I.

Be I a tree, then be my breeze.
Dance through my branches and scatter my leaves.

Be I a Mountain then climb my all my faces,
Avoiding obvious, dangerous places.

Be I an Ocean, shores beyond sight,
Sail in my swells, as my day turns to night.

Be I a hunter, sharp eyed and keen,
Then be my quarry, never quite seen.

Be I a fire, raging, fierce hot.
Quench me, or feed me. It matters not.

If tree I’m to be and it’s what you like best,
Then be my tornado and give me no rest.
Dance through my branches, I’ll shiver and groan.
Wind reply, as it should, a continuous moan.
Scatter my fruit, so that given some time,
A new tree will grow and it’s elder can mime

Song

Libra+Love on Mon Jan 31 2005 wrote:

I got this in a pm today (thanks hun ) and thought I'd share it with some of you out there who've been badly disillusioned.


I can't forgive you. Even if I could,
You wouldn't pardon me for seeing through you
And yet I cannot cure myself of love
For what I thought you were before I knew you


......though for me I'd not use the word love. I'd go with regret instead.

Ghostie on Tue Feb 01 2005 wrote:

I worry about you-
So long since we spoke.
Love, are you downhearted,
Dispirited, broke?

I worry about you.
I can't sleep at night.
Are you sad? Are you lonely?
Or are you all right?

They say that men suffer,
As badly, as long.
I worry, I worry,
In case they are wrong.

Badger on Sun Feb 06 2005 wrote:

This thread has stalled for a few days. Let's try and get things moving again. First, a little humour:


Trans-vest-tights

You left your knickers in my laundry bin
With a T-shirt and some tights.
I'll wash them and return them soon
But I'll wear them again tonight.
I don't know why they call it
Cross-dressing, `cos you see
When I'm inside your knickers
I'm as happy as can be.


And then some healthy? cynicism:


Weddings and Other Accidents

A group of people standing round
Silently, or shouting loud,
There's been a wedding, or an accident,
Those will always draw a crowd.

If you waved at the strangers outside the church
Stage-struck when they saw you,
Then try to die in a crowded place,
Your public will adore you.