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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:49 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:49 pm
agricola on Sat Sep 11 2004 wrote:
something a little lighter for a change:
Down and Dirty (Young Arti at the Party)
I really had become a bore
A workaholic mess,
I resolved to get myself out more
And worry somewhat less.
An invitation out of the blue:
I I took the bull by horn,
I pressed my only decent shirt
And vowed to dance till morn.
I primed myself with cabernet
And eager for some fun,
I took the cab to my friend’s house:
The party had begun!
My shyness soon began to fade
As red wine played its tricks,
I felt I loved the whole wide world
(But most of all the chicks).
I spotted one fine beauty there
Her hair as black as jet,
I drowned my fears in alcohol
And said, ‘Hello my pet’.
How I’d practised chat-up lines,
To make my targets laugh,
How the hell did I end up
Saying something quite so naff?
The ‘Raven Goddess’ simply stared
Then looked me up and down
‘You know’, she said, ‘it’s funny how
I always meet the clown’.
With that she glided somewhere else
And I was left to think
‘Just a minor setback son
Have another drink’.
All around the laughter rang
And dancing then ensued,
I felt the urge to ‘boogie-down’
Whilst wolfing down some food.
When ‘Bachman Turner’ pierced the air
I threw up my arms with feeling,
I forgot my chilli salsa
Which soon covered half the ceiling.
The faces turned to see just who
Was acting very silly
And in a world of acid-rain
Had made it pour with chilli.
‘So sorry folks’, I tried to say
With genuine contrition
Forgetting that my mouth was in
A rather full condition.
As voulevants sprayed those nearby
I spied that sable hair,
And Raven Goddess open mouthed
With pastry- plastered stare.
I rushed to help remove the gunge:
I needed something wet,
I grabbed the first convenient thing
A handy serviette.
This would indeed have done the job
And restored my reputation
But it had been a victim of
The salsa precipitation.
Her screams were quite remarkable
And made me realise
That chilli tends to sting a bit
When dabbed in someone’s eyes.
So that was one thing learned that night
Soon followed by another:
Raven Goddesses rarely stray
Far from doting brother.
I didn’t see the uppercut
But have a vague recall,
Of thinking, ‘Are all Raven Gods
Really quite that tall?’
As down amid the crumbs and mess
Sprawled upon my back,
I saw a dainty Goddess shoe
Imprint my manly sack.
The pain was bad, have no doubt
But I knew it was quite just,
I staggered to my feet again
For apologise I must,
I hadn’t counted just how odd,
A punch can make you feel,
I lurched and clutched for dear life
As my head began to reel.
I’m told it looked accomplished
As my world turned quiet and black,
My desperate lunge removed the dress
From Raven Goddess back.
I really couldn’t tell you
Just how many bones he broke
(Although his friends remind me
He is not that kind of bloke).
Suffice to say that for a while
The only food I saw,
Was that which somehow lent itself
To sucking through a straw.
I’m happy now with boring things
And safe and lonely havens,
But have a really morbid fear
Of chilli sauce and Ravens.
A.
something a little lighter for a change:
Down and Dirty (Young Arti at the Party)
I really had become a bore
A workaholic mess,
I resolved to get myself out more
And worry somewhat less.
An invitation out of the blue:
I I took the bull by horn,
I pressed my only decent shirt
And vowed to dance till morn.
I primed myself with cabernet
And eager for some fun,
I took the cab to my friend’s house:
The party had begun!
My shyness soon began to fade
As red wine played its tricks,
I felt I loved the whole wide world
(But most of all the chicks).
I spotted one fine beauty there
Her hair as black as jet,
I drowned my fears in alcohol
And said, ‘Hello my pet’.
How I’d practised chat-up lines,
To make my targets laugh,
How the hell did I end up
Saying something quite so naff?
The ‘Raven Goddess’ simply stared
Then looked me up and down
‘You know’, she said, ‘it’s funny how
I always meet the clown’.
With that she glided somewhere else
And I was left to think
‘Just a minor setback son
Have another drink’.
All around the laughter rang
And dancing then ensued,
I felt the urge to ‘boogie-down’
Whilst wolfing down some food.
When ‘Bachman Turner’ pierced the air
I threw up my arms with feeling,
I forgot my chilli salsa
Which soon covered half the ceiling.
The faces turned to see just who
Was acting very silly
And in a world of acid-rain
Had made it pour with chilli.
‘So sorry folks’, I tried to say
With genuine contrition
Forgetting that my mouth was in
A rather full condition.
As voulevants sprayed those nearby
I spied that sable hair,
And Raven Goddess open mouthed
With pastry- plastered stare.
I rushed to help remove the gunge:
I needed something wet,
I grabbed the first convenient thing
A handy serviette.
This would indeed have done the job
And restored my reputation
But it had been a victim of
The salsa precipitation.
Her screams were quite remarkable
And made me realise
That chilli tends to sting a bit
When dabbed in someone’s eyes.
So that was one thing learned that night
Soon followed by another:
Raven Goddesses rarely stray
Far from doting brother.
I didn’t see the uppercut
But have a vague recall,
Of thinking, ‘Are all Raven Gods
Really quite that tall?’
As down amid the crumbs and mess
Sprawled upon my back,
I saw a dainty Goddess shoe
Imprint my manly sack.
The pain was bad, have no doubt
But I knew it was quite just,
I staggered to my feet again
For apologise I must,
I hadn’t counted just how odd,
A punch can make you feel,
I lurched and clutched for dear life
As my head began to reel.
I’m told it looked accomplished
As my world turned quiet and black,
My desperate lunge removed the dress
From Raven Goddess back.
I really couldn’t tell you
Just how many bones he broke
(Although his friends remind me
He is not that kind of bloke).
Suffice to say that for a while
The only food I saw,
Was that which somehow lent itself
To sucking through a straw.
I’m happy now with boring things
And safe and lonely havens,
But have a really morbid fear
Of chilli sauce and Ravens.
A.
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:50 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:50 pm
demarchii on Tue Sep 14 2004 wrote:
First of a few by me:
Blood
I feel like I'm drowning sometimes
Drowning in you;
Saved by alcohol and reality.
I feel like I'm crying.
Crying in you,
Craving the mist of insanity.
And I need a suicide,
I need a suicide.
And I need salvation,
I need a saviour.
Sometimes I feel like I want to drown
But my blood is too thin,
And you make me love you
You bitch.
Dxxx
First of a few by me:
Blood
I feel like I'm drowning sometimes
Drowning in you;
Saved by alcohol and reality.
I feel like I'm crying.
Crying in you,
Craving the mist of insanity.
And I need a suicide,
I need a suicide.
And I need salvation,
I need a saviour.
Sometimes I feel like I want to drown
But my blood is too thin,
And you make me love you
You bitch.
Dxxx
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:51 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:51 pm
demarchii on Tue Sep 14 2004 wrote:
Little Black Hearts
Sometimes I cry
And play the Stones
And cry again.
I'm not sure why.
Sometimes I draw little black hearts
Or people smiling or crying or laughing.
I'm not sure why.
Maybe I am human
That doesn't mean I'm prepared to accept it.
I cry about that, too.
Sometimes I cry
And I know exactly why,
But I still drink you into oblivion.
Every time.
Why don't you rot, and stay out of my dreams?
Then I'd save on sanity, alcohol,
And tissues.
Dxxx
Little Black Hearts
Sometimes I cry
And play the Stones
And cry again.
I'm not sure why.
Sometimes I draw little black hearts
Or people smiling or crying or laughing.
I'm not sure why.
Maybe I am human
That doesn't mean I'm prepared to accept it.
I cry about that, too.
Sometimes I cry
And I know exactly why,
But I still drink you into oblivion.
Every time.
Why don't you rot, and stay out of my dreams?
Then I'd save on sanity, alcohol,
And tissues.
Dxxx
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:51 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:51 pm
demarchii on Tue Sep 14 2004 wrote:
Dedicated to Nellie's in Beverly:
Pub Poem II
Upstairs.
The Old Folks
Are playing jazz
For more Old Folks.
One man is blind drunk.
Poor Old Bugger.
Downstairs.
The Young Folks
Are playing fruit machines.
For fun, not profit.
One girl hits the jackpot.
Good for her.
In here we’re alone.
Quiet.
Tired.
But not as tired
As everyone else.
Dxxx
Dedicated to Nellie's in Beverly:
Pub Poem II
Upstairs.
The Old Folks
Are playing jazz
For more Old Folks.
One man is blind drunk.
Poor Old Bugger.
Downstairs.
The Young Folks
Are playing fruit machines.
For fun, not profit.
One girl hits the jackpot.
Good for her.
In here we’re alone.
Quiet.
Tired.
But not as tired
As everyone else.
Dxxx
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:51 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:51 pm
demarchii on Tue Sep 14 2004 wrote:
Haiku For Kalliope
As we move along
Look at the way we are. Life?
It's a road movie.
I'll be Paul Newman
You can be my Sundance Kid
Persued by the past.
You can be my Thelma
If I can be your Louise
Lost in the present.
Like a run down car
We can still go from A to B
Just very slowly.
But we are still young
With many roads to tread
And banks still to rob.
When the trail is old
Would you want to drive into
My canyon still?
Dxxx
Haiku For Kalliope
As we move along
Look at the way we are. Life?
It's a road movie.
I'll be Paul Newman
You can be my Sundance Kid
Persued by the past.
You can be my Thelma
If I can be your Louise
Lost in the present.
Like a run down car
We can still go from A to B
Just very slowly.
But we are still young
With many roads to tread
And banks still to rob.
When the trail is old
Would you want to drive into
My canyon still?
Dxxx
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:52 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:52 pm
demarchii on Tue Sep 14 2004 wrote:
Some short ones:
Pleading for Bleeding
Kick me, Kick me,
Kick me.
To prove I'm not
Sleeping.
If I am awake,
Kick me.
Into.
Oblivion.
(Please?)
Why It Never Would Have Worked
"I'm short and wear glasses,"
I said when we met.
When we split up, all you really knew
Was that I was short, and wore glasses.
Spectacular Event
I walked a thousand miles
And didn't reach you
Because you were here all along,
But I couldn't see you.
I should have worn my glasses
But I didn't want to make a spectacle of myself.
Thoughts on Baby Foxes on T.V
Cute little muzzles
And poddy little peeps
Everyone goes "aww!"
Mind you it must be a drag,
Needing Valerie Singleton to rub your tummy
Whenever you have to crap.
Charlie says people'd pay good money for that.
Not the most enlightening of responses.
Pub Poem
I drink the beer in the bar:
It's thin and watery.
The beer, that is,
Not the bar.
That smells of aniseed.
Frustration, or how not to deal with writer's block.
I thought of some words
That sounded quite good
But wouldn't come out of my head.
So I put down my pen
And walked out of the house
And now I'm a welder instead.
Some short ones:
Pleading for Bleeding
Kick me, Kick me,
Kick me.
To prove I'm not
Sleeping.
If I am awake,
Kick me.
Into.
Oblivion.
(Please?)
Why It Never Would Have Worked
"I'm short and wear glasses,"
I said when we met.
When we split up, all you really knew
Was that I was short, and wore glasses.
Spectacular Event
I walked a thousand miles
And didn't reach you
Because you were here all along,
But I couldn't see you.
I should have worn my glasses
But I didn't want to make a spectacle of myself.
Thoughts on Baby Foxes on T.V
Cute little muzzles
And poddy little peeps
Everyone goes "aww!"
Mind you it must be a drag,
Needing Valerie Singleton to rub your tummy
Whenever you have to crap.
Charlie says people'd pay good money for that.
Not the most enlightening of responses.
Pub Poem
I drink the beer in the bar:
It's thin and watery.
The beer, that is,
Not the bar.
That smells of aniseed.
Frustration, or how not to deal with writer's block.
I thought of some words
That sounded quite good
But wouldn't come out of my head.
So I put down my pen
And walked out of the house
And now I'm a welder instead.
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:53 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:53 pm
demarchii on Tue Sep 14 2004 wrote:
Some More!
Happiness
You and Me
Without us
Forever getting in the way
Heartburn
You thought I was on fire.
Was it just that you
Were too cold?
Lament #1
Living alone would be wonderful
If only I didn't have to share it
With you
The Lesser Evil
The reason I left was her attitude:
I'd taken too much flak.
I'd rather have her on my mind
Than always on my back.
Photofit Phantasy
I had a photogenic feeling
So I took a look in the book
To see your face again.
But I got the wrong book
And saw someone else.
But that was OK.
Because I wasn't thinking of you anyway.
An Argument in favour of Lethargy
Statistics show
That the average
Human being
Wastes one third
Of their life
In sleep
I can't think of
A better way.
Some More!
Happiness
You and Me
Without us
Forever getting in the way
Heartburn
You thought I was on fire.
Was it just that you
Were too cold?
Lament #1
Living alone would be wonderful
If only I didn't have to share it
With you
The Lesser Evil
The reason I left was her attitude:
I'd taken too much flak.
I'd rather have her on my mind
Than always on my back.
Photofit Phantasy
I had a photogenic feeling
So I took a look in the book
To see your face again.
But I got the wrong book
And saw someone else.
But that was OK.
Because I wasn't thinking of you anyway.
An Argument in favour of Lethargy
Statistics show
That the average
Human being
Wastes one third
Of their life
In sleep
I can't think of
A better way.
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:53 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:53 pm
warwick on Tue Sep 14 2004 wrote:
A poem for my sons
As the sun melts the crisp winters frost
As the moon lights the contours of your face
As the air makes life from none
As love makes sense of all that is this wonderfull world
So do you make the meaning of me
A poem for my sons
As the sun melts the crisp winters frost
As the moon lights the contours of your face
As the air makes life from none
As love makes sense of all that is this wonderfull world
So do you make the meaning of me
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:54 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:54 pm
WilmaFlintstone on Mon Sep 20 2004 wrote:
To A
The slippers were waiting for him at the door
he had never really left
just stepped out for a while
taking in all that surounded him
And so he returns
I hope the slippers are comfortable
I pull up my chair close to his and I wait
to hear familiar stories from my old friend
x x x x
To A
The slippers were waiting for him at the door
he had never really left
just stepped out for a while
taking in all that surounded him
And so he returns
I hope the slippers are comfortable
I pull up my chair close to his and I wait
to hear familiar stories from my old friend
x x x x
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:55 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:55 pm
foxys on Mon Sep 20 2004 wrote:
Heaven......................The Cafe
I`ve so often wondered and made it a dream
to maybe one day find a true time machine
I found the next best thing right here on this site
better than Wells this is all real life
So many people who have come and gone
yet still so many who thank god carry on
What happened to those who chose to move on
the option to stay really did seem foregone
To read their wise words, this truely was home
yet rather than stay , decided to roam
Some gave us wisdom whilst urging to party,
what on earth pray came of Harry and Arti???????????
Though such venerable folk have moved on,
its still fair to say the magics not gone
Now sometimes you`ll see friendships under strain,
but after that sleep its true friends again
Though often I`ve seen you pulling your hair,
if friendship was absent you just wouldnt care
Well! Who wouldve thought such thoughts were alive,
simply by travelling through HEAVENS archive?
So arousing to see how this familys` evolved,
its hard to believe weve now joined the fold.
We wont mention names, our thoughts are our own,
but its easy to see how some spirits have grown
Some began badly and took time to gel,
its a testament to them that they came through so well
What of the future, will it all last?
there are too many out there for it to become past
With the experience from old and new stars of today
this place can really only go one way
Heaven......................The Cafe
I`ve so often wondered and made it a dream
to maybe one day find a true time machine
I found the next best thing right here on this site
better than Wells this is all real life
So many people who have come and gone
yet still so many who thank god carry on
What happened to those who chose to move on
the option to stay really did seem foregone
To read their wise words, this truely was home
yet rather than stay , decided to roam
Some gave us wisdom whilst urging to party,
what on earth pray came of Harry and Arti???????????
Though such venerable folk have moved on,
its still fair to say the magics not gone
Now sometimes you`ll see friendships under strain,
but after that sleep its true friends again
Though often I`ve seen you pulling your hair,
if friendship was absent you just wouldnt care
Well! Who wouldve thought such thoughts were alive,
simply by travelling through HEAVENS archive?
So arousing to see how this familys` evolved,
its hard to believe weve now joined the fold.
We wont mention names, our thoughts are our own,
but its easy to see how some spirits have grown
Some began badly and took time to gel,
its a testament to them that they came through so well
What of the future, will it all last?
there are too many out there for it to become past
With the experience from old and new stars of today
this place can really only go one way
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:55 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:55 pm
Vix on Sun Sep 26 2004 wrote:
Got this as a reply to our ad. I think it's brill and wanted to share it.
Oh dear, oh no, I'm in a state
I don't measure up: I'm 6 not 8.
It's such a shame, an awful drag
and I live to far. My spirits sag.
A bubbly couple is what I sought
and you looked perfect. Or so I thought.
Luscious babe, a wholesome wench
and guy with a cock that could plough a trench.
Ah here I thought, the perfect pair
who with me a first experience would share.
But: Oh no, it's just not going to be
Cos my 6" don't meassure up you see.
I understand your hearts desires,
but it screws it up for us first time tryers.
But none the less I wish you well
and when you find him. Give him hell
Got this as a reply to our ad. I think it's brill and wanted to share it.
Oh dear, oh no, I'm in a state
I don't measure up: I'm 6 not 8.
It's such a shame, an awful drag
and I live to far. My spirits sag.
A bubbly couple is what I sought
and you looked perfect. Or so I thought.
Luscious babe, a wholesome wench
and guy with a cock that could plough a trench.
Ah here I thought, the perfect pair
who with me a first experience would share.
But: Oh no, it's just not going to be
Cos my 6" don't meassure up you see.
I understand your hearts desires,
but it screws it up for us first time tryers.
But none the less I wish you well
and when you find him. Give him hell
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:56 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:56 pm
Poohbear on Tue Sep 28 2004 wrote:
Never been much of a poet but here goes....
Soulmate
Too many years wasted,
I thought, life's passed me by.
Too old to be wanted,
Met her, how lucky am I.
She's funny, she's sexy,
She makes me laugh and cry.
She is my soulmate,
Isn't life such a high.
Says it all really.
Never been much of a poet but here goes....
Soulmate
Too many years wasted,
I thought, life's passed me by.
Too old to be wanted,
Met her, how lucky am I.
She's funny, she's sexy,
She makes me laugh and cry.
She is my soulmate,
Isn't life such a high.
Says it all really.
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:57 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:57 pm
agricola on Sun Oct 10 2004 wrote:
Lessons from a Sheepdog
I long to rest, when short of breath
To lay, and see my labour done
Beneath a sky that speaks of blue.
To hear a kindly voice console
And bid me no more miles to run
And tell me, ‘That’ll do’.
To know the skills which I have learned
Have pleased my kindly master well:
Given meaning to my days of living:
That no one did what I have done
And credit earned by final knell
Will lead to His forgiving.
For oft I’ve run outside the field
And harried flocks beyond my heft,
So free, yet so afraid,
And run myself to brink of death
With nothing in my muscles left
As light began to fade.
But waiting at the door, my Master
Chides me not but feeds my need
And praises me anew:
‘You’re back, at last, faithful friend
You strayed but then my voice did heed
Rest now: That’ll do.’
Lessons from a Sheepdog
I long to rest, when short of breath
To lay, and see my labour done
Beneath a sky that speaks of blue.
To hear a kindly voice console
And bid me no more miles to run
And tell me, ‘That’ll do’.
To know the skills which I have learned
Have pleased my kindly master well:
Given meaning to my days of living:
That no one did what I have done
And credit earned by final knell
Will lead to His forgiving.
For oft I’ve run outside the field
And harried flocks beyond my heft,
So free, yet so afraid,
And run myself to brink of death
With nothing in my muscles left
As light began to fade.
But waiting at the door, my Master
Chides me not but feeds my need
And praises me anew:
‘You’re back, at last, faithful friend
You strayed but then my voice did heed
Rest now: That’ll do.’
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:58 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:58 pm
Screwtape on Wed Oct 13 2004 wrote:
Nothing
All creation was preceded by Nothing.
"Nothing", therefore, is the substance
from which all things come,
And to which they shall return.
That infinite Nothing gave rise to nature.
Nature's perfect symmetry is instinctive.
Whatever upsets that balance can be said to be wrong.
We are all part of nature.
As such, that instinct is part of us.
To contribute to the balance of all things,
Is to live in harmony with ones self.
To move against the effortless flow,
Is to cause disruption to our surroundings,
And so to us.
Nothing
All creation was preceded by Nothing.
"Nothing", therefore, is the substance
from which all things come,
And to which they shall return.
That infinite Nothing gave rise to nature.
Nature's perfect symmetry is instinctive.
Whatever upsets that balance can be said to be wrong.
We are all part of nature.
As such, that instinct is part of us.
To contribute to the balance of all things,
Is to live in harmony with ones self.
To move against the effortless flow,
Is to cause disruption to our surroundings,
And so to us.
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:58 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:58 pm
Barst on Thu Oct 14 2004 wrote:
Something I came up with a while ago - not a technical poet by any stretch and this one is a bit disjointed but hey - hope you enjoy
A ray of light kisses the morning dew
The trees stretch out their arms towards the unattentive sun
A gentle breeze ushers the mist
The nighttime cloak lifted from the sleeping world
Limbs stretch within a cocoon of warmth
The morning fills the room and still they know only each other
His soul yearns to burst as he gently holds her near
She keeps her eyes shut to the world outside his arms
His fingers wander gently caressing her side
Her lips part in a soft smile at his touch
Gently he brushes her silken hair from her face
Slowly she opens her eyes to look into his
His breath taken by her beauty, as their souls become one
Never before has she known the completeness this brings
His eyes ask for permission as his lips move gently to hers
Halfway she meets his tender kiss
Caressing her soft lips he pulls her near
In this moment there is nothing but them
Senses overload as they no longer see or hear
There is no time or morning light, just limbs and hearts
As their lips touch, silent questions he begins to ask
With ghostly touches she runs her fingers over his face
Eyes closed so he can absorb her every touch
She wonders who she ever was before his love
He knows within her he has found his soul mate
Never before had she felt such a perfect awakening
Yearning for her every touch he know she was the one
She feels their hearts beat in time as she stares into his eyes
Silently he promises her his soul his heat and his love
Her entire life is wrapped in this moment, in his arms
Caressing her skin he slides his hand down along her side
She shivers at his touch, pulling him close
Her soft skin upon his, electric pulses flow between them
Presses her lips to his, trying to intertwine their bodies with their souls
Tongues flicker like fire as his hand glides lower
Goosebumps line her skin, tingling at his touch
Through her silken hair, his fingers gently weave
Tracing his spine with her fingers, she presses against him
He looks deep into her eyes, as his hand gently cups her
Staring back into him she feels the world spin away
Feeling her heat, he presses against her
Slowly she wraps her legs around his
From her delicate lips, he begins to kiss down her neck
Her breath catching in her throat, she runs her fingers thru his hair
With swirls from his tongue he slowly kisses his way across her chest
Her back arches towards him, reaching for his touch
He holds her near feeling her warmth become part of his soul
No longer can she tell where he ends and she begins
As one they explore these new feelings which surge through them
Outside the trees, mist and dew still stand
Hearts beat in time, as a single leaf floats down
Something I came up with a while ago - not a technical poet by any stretch and this one is a bit disjointed but hey - hope you enjoy
A ray of light kisses the morning dew
The trees stretch out their arms towards the unattentive sun
A gentle breeze ushers the mist
The nighttime cloak lifted from the sleeping world
Limbs stretch within a cocoon of warmth
The morning fills the room and still they know only each other
His soul yearns to burst as he gently holds her near
She keeps her eyes shut to the world outside his arms
His fingers wander gently caressing her side
Her lips part in a soft smile at his touch
Gently he brushes her silken hair from her face
Slowly she opens her eyes to look into his
His breath taken by her beauty, as their souls become one
Never before has she known the completeness this brings
His eyes ask for permission as his lips move gently to hers
Halfway she meets his tender kiss
Caressing her soft lips he pulls her near
In this moment there is nothing but them
Senses overload as they no longer see or hear
There is no time or morning light, just limbs and hearts
As their lips touch, silent questions he begins to ask
With ghostly touches she runs her fingers over his face
Eyes closed so he can absorb her every touch
She wonders who she ever was before his love
He knows within her he has found his soul mate
Never before had she felt such a perfect awakening
Yearning for her every touch he know she was the one
She feels their hearts beat in time as she stares into his eyes
Silently he promises her his soul his heat and his love
Her entire life is wrapped in this moment, in his arms
Caressing her skin he slides his hand down along her side
She shivers at his touch, pulling him close
Her soft skin upon his, electric pulses flow between them
Presses her lips to his, trying to intertwine their bodies with their souls
Tongues flicker like fire as his hand glides lower
Goosebumps line her skin, tingling at his touch
Through her silken hair, his fingers gently weave
Tracing his spine with her fingers, she presses against him
He looks deep into her eyes, as his hand gently cups her
Staring back into him she feels the world spin away
Feeling her heat, he presses against her
Slowly she wraps her legs around his
From her delicate lips, he begins to kiss down her neck
Her breath catching in her throat, she runs her fingers thru his hair
With swirls from his tongue he slowly kisses his way across her chest
Her back arches towards him, reaching for his touch
He holds her near feeling her warmth become part of his soul
No longer can she tell where he ends and she begins
As one they explore these new feelings which surge through them
Outside the trees, mist and dew still stand
Hearts beat in time, as a single leaf floats down
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:00 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:00 pm
Clare_Lincs on Mon Oct 25 2004 wrote:
Im a bit nervous about posting this as im not usually one for poetry,here goes....
You
Your love is like the eternal sunshine
gives me a warm soft glow
unconditional eternal sweet
it takes me high
it gives me low's
makes me pine for you
need you
gives me desire for you
when your not here
darkness decends
wind blows through me
leaving me empty
nothing within
except expectation
for when you return.
Im a bit nervous about posting this as im not usually one for poetry,here goes....
You
Your love is like the eternal sunshine
gives me a warm soft glow
unconditional eternal sweet
it takes me high
it gives me low's
makes me pine for you
need you
gives me desire for you
when your not here
darkness decends
wind blows through me
leaving me empty
nothing within
except expectation
for when you return.
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:00 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:00 pm
neilinleeds on Mon Oct 25 2004 wrote:
if i promised you
i'd always wear that smile
the one you like so much
and only ever whispered sweet words
golden voiced
in time would you still smile back
when i gazed at you
wearing a smiling mask, with honeyed tongue
dripping with pleasantries
or would you quickly tire
of those insincerities
and look for honest tears
and hope to find truth and sadness
behind the smiles?
n x x x x
if i promised you
i'd always wear that smile
the one you like so much
and only ever whispered sweet words
golden voiced
in time would you still smile back
when i gazed at you
wearing a smiling mask, with honeyed tongue
dripping with pleasantries
or would you quickly tire
of those insincerities
and look for honest tears
and hope to find truth and sadness
behind the smiles?
n x x x x
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:01 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:01 pm
MrsFC on Tue Oct 26 2004 wrote:
Autumn.
A leaf so quietly falls in the middle of the night
that not one person hears the swish
as it falls to the ground......." Swish !! "
The leaf whispers to the moon,
Only the moon hears the leaf say her finaly good-bye.
Hears the leaf make her so silent cry,
"Good-bye to you warm days and nights
Farewell moon !!
Farewell to you all !!!
Autum has arrived and I must go."
Autumn.
A leaf so quietly falls in the middle of the night
that not one person hears the swish
as it falls to the ground......." Swish !! "
The leaf whispers to the moon,
Only the moon hears the leaf say her finaly good-bye.
Hears the leaf make her so silent cry,
"Good-bye to you warm days and nights
Farewell moon !!
Farewell to you all !!!
Autum has arrived and I must go."
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:01 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:01 pm
Steve_Lincs on Thu Oct 28 2004 wrote:
Now this is my first peom so please be kind
Its not in the same league as Agricola so don't you don't have to worry mate
Clare
a light shines from your every word,
because you are so beautiful,
caring,loving,holding me dear,
daring,sharing,pleasing me,
everybody feels your warmth,
from daylight till dusk of dawn,
grasping me you hold me tight,
heaving bussom against my skin,
ive never felt a love so dear,
joined together we merge as on,
kissing each other all night,
longing for your every touch,
making love for ever more,
never leaving each others side,
over flowing love cascades,
powering us for all to see,
quickening hearts beat as one,
revelling in every pant and scream,
sitting astride me you look into my eyes,
trembling bodies still entwined,
underneath i feel in heaven,
voices,angels sing to me,
welcoming us for the everlasting,
xmas couldnt compare to this,
you make my world the brightest of all,
zillions of feelings rolled into one.
Now this is my first peom so please be kind
Its not in the same league as Agricola so don't you don't have to worry mate
Clare
a light shines from your every word,
because you are so beautiful,
caring,loving,holding me dear,
daring,sharing,pleasing me,
everybody feels your warmth,
from daylight till dusk of dawn,
grasping me you hold me tight,
heaving bussom against my skin,
ive never felt a love so dear,
joined together we merge as on,
kissing each other all night,
longing for your every touch,
making love for ever more,
never leaving each others side,
over flowing love cascades,
powering us for all to see,
quickening hearts beat as one,
revelling in every pant and scream,
sitting astride me you look into my eyes,
trembling bodies still entwined,
underneath i feel in heaven,
voices,angels sing to me,
welcoming us for the everlasting,
xmas couldnt compare to this,
you make my world the brightest of all,
zillions of feelings rolled into one.
Post subject:
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:02 pm
Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:02 pm
Wishmaster on Sat Oct 30 2004 wrote:
Having read most of the poems on this thread I am in awe of the quality of the work posted in here. I've always said that there is at least one poem, novel or song in every person who has ever lived, such is the splendour and depth of humankind's creativy.
So, to my own humble offering:
<blockquote>
Unwitting Actors in a play called Life
I am standing on the perpendicular,
Degrees of certainty that trigger my glee,
Succulent moments that I warmly welcome,
Where pleasing visions reign in dreams surreal.
I watch, I observe, I say no soothing words,
As empathetic knowledge spurs me to task,
I mentally open and begin to write,
Pages of life in a book called 'Tomorrow'.
An old man sits with his drink, remembering,
As soon he is joined by his lifelong friends.
Together again, at the end of their days,
At peace and no longer at odds with the world.
Just above and beyond, sits a young couple,
Her body language shows she wants him to leave.
In his confusion he holds on to her, pleading,
Her anger increases as she storms away.
Middle-aged businessman, alone with his beer,
Is he recounting a wasteful day selling?
Forget the past and look toward tomorrow.
He is just one more drink from oblivion.
A machine full of lights is pleading for cash.
As a gullible young man attempts to play,
He punches the screen in a furious rage.
Can fury force it to give back his wages?
As the line moves to me, alone at the bar:
I see a man scribing all that he purveys.
I'm like all the others, in our little world,
Struggling to make sense of forces unknown.
Poem Notes:
Some time ago I was in a bar alone and having no-one to speak to, which was just as I wanted it at the time, I began to look around at the other people in the bar. This poem describes what I saw.
Poetry Format: Free Verse
Free verse is cause for some controversy amongst poets and poetry enthusiasts. Poetry makes use of line breaks to accent and break up the words while prose uses punctuation and paragraphing. An easy definition of free verse would be prose written rich in imagery and broken up with line breaks instead of punctuation and paragraphing.
Having read most of the poems on this thread I am in awe of the quality of the work posted in here. I've always said that there is at least one poem, novel or song in every person who has ever lived, such is the splendour and depth of humankind's creativy.
So, to my own humble offering:
<blockquote>
Unwitting Actors in a play called Life
I am standing on the perpendicular,
Degrees of certainty that trigger my glee,
Succulent moments that I warmly welcome,
Where pleasing visions reign in dreams surreal.
I watch, I observe, I say no soothing words,
As empathetic knowledge spurs me to task,
I mentally open and begin to write,
Pages of life in a book called 'Tomorrow'.
An old man sits with his drink, remembering,
As soon he is joined by his lifelong friends.
Together again, at the end of their days,
At peace and no longer at odds with the world.
Just above and beyond, sits a young couple,
Her body language shows she wants him to leave.
In his confusion he holds on to her, pleading,
Her anger increases as she storms away.
Middle-aged businessman, alone with his beer,
Is he recounting a wasteful day selling?
Forget the past and look toward tomorrow.
He is just one more drink from oblivion.
A machine full of lights is pleading for cash.
As a gullible young man attempts to play,
He punches the screen in a furious rage.
Can fury force it to give back his wages?
As the line moves to me, alone at the bar:
I see a man scribing all that he purveys.
I'm like all the others, in our little world,
Struggling to make sense of forces unknown.
Poem Notes:
Some time ago I was in a bar alone and having no-one to speak to, which was just as I wanted it at the time, I began to look around at the other people in the bar. This poem describes what I saw.
Poetry Format: Free Verse
Free verse is cause for some controversy amongst poets and poetry enthusiasts. Poetry makes use of line breaks to accent and break up the words while prose uses punctuation and paragraphing. An easy definition of free verse would be prose written rich in imagery and broken up with line breaks instead of punctuation and paragraphing.
