Quote by Gambit
Pandora slipped her hands onto the lid
Merely intending one clandestine peep,
And as she lifted, monsters of the id
Slowly began arising from their sleep.
Cruelty flew out over less wakeful beasts,
Heedless of tortured screams rising from Hell;
Diseases followed, with unholy priests
And lowly demons, sprung from Satan's well.
They came with noisy, flapping leathern wings,
With coils of questing tendrils, seeking prey,
All of the most unsavoury of things
Crawled, flew or slithered to the light of day.
It seemed that all was lost to evil's shame,
Until hope ventured out, to speak her name.
Hi, yes I'm sure i've seen this film! Wasn't it Jason and the Argonauts??
And we all live in hope in these troubled times....
:cry:
Gambit
( Blimey, bit meaningfull for 8 20 am )
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SH Poetry Corner
You’ll never fumigate the demons
No matter how much you smoke
So just say you love me
Three good reasons
And I’ll throw you the rope
You don’t need it
Cos you are the survivor
Of more than one life
And you’re the only lover I had
Who ever slept with a knife
But you’re my Judy Garland
Oh Just like me you’ve never really had a home
But I’m not Tony Hancock baby
Until the dawn
And you see I’ve brought you flowers
All collected from the Old Vic Stage
Well I’ve been sitting here for hour’s baby
Just chasing these words
Across the page
Cos you’re my Waterloo
I’ll be your Gypsy Lane
I’m so glad we know just what to do
And exactly who’s to blame
TO A SPECIAL SOMEONE
No matter how much you smoke
So just say you love me
Three good reasons
And I’ll throw you the rope
You don’t need it
Cos you are the survivor
Of more than one life
And you’re the only lover I had
Who ever slept with a knife
But you’re my Judy Garland
Oh Just like me you’ve never really had a home
But I’m not Tony Hancock baby
Until the dawn
And you see I’ve brought you flowers
All collected from the Old Vic Stage
Well I’ve been sitting here for hour’s baby
Just chasing these words
Across the page
Cos you’re my Waterloo
I’ll be your Gypsy Lane
I’m so glad we know just what to do
And exactly who’s to blame
TO A SPECIAL SOMEONE
Sex God
A Lyn
From where I slept in rolling hills with peeks so high
I desended to find water.
Amide wide grassy plains with morning dew
I found a steep valley.
There I drank my fill of sweet water
then immersed myself to bath.
At last I had to march away
from that sweet watered valley.
From where I slept in rolling hills with peeks so high
I desended to find water.
Amide wide grassy plains with morning dew
I found a steep valley.
There I drank my fill of sweet water
then immersed myself to bath.
At last I had to march away
from that sweet watered valley.
Sex God
Out of reach like the sky blue
I am so cold, so blue, so sad, so blue
Your touch must be blue
I am so cold, so blue, so sad, so blue
Your touch must be blue
slahed by razor blades but your the only one who knows the boys learned to behave sick of themselfs sick of thier slums give them all a gun put them on the tv nows thats reality tv i would pay to see not celeberties and queues of wannabees line up fame is the church money is the stepial life is the verse all these people making life
alot worse money grabing fools greed is the curse
just some lines for a song im writing spelling not all correct
alot worse money grabing fools greed is the curse
just some lines for a song im writing spelling not all correct
In a baby castle high up in the sky
My babies play with Angel toys
That money can not buy
Who am I to wish them back into this world of strife
No, play on my babies, you have eternal life
At night while all are sleeping
And sleep forsakes my eyes
I hear their tiny footsteps
come running to my side
Their little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet
I breath a prayer and close my eyes and embrace them in my sleep
Now I have a treasure
that I rate above all other
I have known true glory
I am still their mother
ANON
My babies play with Angel toys
That money can not buy
Who am I to wish them back into this world of strife
No, play on my babies, you have eternal life
At night while all are sleeping
And sleep forsakes my eyes
I hear their tiny footsteps
come running to my side
Their little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet
I breath a prayer and close my eyes and embrace them in my sleep
Now I have a treasure
that I rate above all other
I have known true glory
I am still their mother
ANON
Sex God
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Quote by varca
Having been there twice Firelizard, a subject very close to my heart, I'd like to say thankyou for posting such emotive but very lovely words. Only those who have been there or are close to those who have, can, I think, really appreciate them and understand what a comfort they are xx
Sex God
Quote by firelizard
:cry:
Did'nt mean to make you cry hun. The poem and it's subject are very dear to me and I wanted to share it.
I am glad you did. It says a lot. It moved me. Thank you.
Sex God
Quote by keeno
The wisdom of Jesus Jones
Real, real, real
Do you feel real?
And if so i'd like to know
How to feel real real
Do you feel real?
And if so i'd like to know
How to feel real real
Sorry I like it.
Sex God
Burning like fire
with shining, bright orbourn halo
drive away damp misty rain
look down and warm me.
with shining, bright orbourn halo
drive away damp misty rain
look down and warm me.
Sexlightened
WOW Fire that was the most touching thing iv ever heard, brought tears to my eyes 
Sexlightened
Oral sex can be so fine
When you're in a 69
First you start to shake and shiver
Then you cum like a river
When its finished don't complain
Just lick your lips and start again
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In the Garden of Eden,
As everyone knows,
Lives Adam and Eve,
Without any clothes.
In this garden,
Were two little leaves,
One covered Adam's,
One covered Eve's.
As the story goes on,
Never the less to say,
The wind came along,
And blew the leaves away.
At the sight,
Adam did stare,
There was Eve's treasure,
All covered with hair.
And wonder came,
Under Eve's eyes,
As Adam's thing,
Started to rise.
They found a spot,
That suited them best,
A nice big tree,
Where they began to rest.
Her legs spread wider,
And wider apart,
While thrill after thrill,
Came into her heart.
The head of Adam's thing,
Peeked into the hole,
And filled her with passion,
Beyond her control.
Backward and forward,
His thing did slide,
And Eve's treasure,
Was all wet inside.
The joy was good,
She wouldn't let loose,
Until Adam's thing,
Was all out of juice.
Then down through the years,
People did screw,
And now it is time,
For me and you.
So pull down your pants,
And lay in the grass,
Cause I'm in the mood,
For a piece of that ASS!
When you're in a 69
First you start to shake and shiver
Then you cum like a river
When its finished don't complain
Just lick your lips and start again
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In the Garden of Eden,
As everyone knows,
Lives Adam and Eve,
Without any clothes.
In this garden,
Were two little leaves,
One covered Adam's,
One covered Eve's.
As the story goes on,
Never the less to say,
The wind came along,
And blew the leaves away.
At the sight,
Adam did stare,
There was Eve's treasure,
All covered with hair.
And wonder came,
Under Eve's eyes,
As Adam's thing,
Started to rise.
They found a spot,
That suited them best,
A nice big tree,
Where they began to rest.
Her legs spread wider,
And wider apart,
While thrill after thrill,
Came into her heart.
The head of Adam's thing,
Peeked into the hole,
And filled her with passion,
Beyond her control.
Backward and forward,
His thing did slide,
And Eve's treasure,
Was all wet inside.
The joy was good,
She wouldn't let loose,
Until Adam's thing,
Was all out of juice.
Then down through the years,
People did screw,
And now it is time,
For me and you.
So pull down your pants,
And lay in the grass,
Cause I'm in the mood,
For a piece of that ASS!
in memory of my friend rachel who died of a drug over dose last week
From the way she spoke i could tell
she was not from around here
she spoke without hope only fear
i could sense pain and desperation
she was cold and crying out the end is near
in her mind she kept telling herself she was fine
she took the easy was out i was not in time
if only i saw the signs whos fault was it could it be mine
love u forever
From the way she spoke i could tell
she was not from around here
she spoke without hope only fear
i could sense pain and desperation
she was cold and crying out the end is near
in her mind she kept telling herself she was fine
she took the easy was out i was not in time
if only i saw the signs whos fault was it could it be mine
love u forever
Sex God
In Autumn field
I remember swelling buds
quick growing shoots
perfusion of sap
now they shrivel back.
I remember swelling buds
quick growing shoots
perfusion of sap
now they shrivel back.
Quote by joel_tudor
in memory of my friend rachel who died of a drug over dose last week
From the way she spoke i could tell
she was not from around here
she spoke without hope only fear
i could sense pain and desperation
she was cold and crying out the end is near
in her mind she kept telling herself she was fine
she took the easy was out i was not in time
if only i saw the signs whos fault was it could it be mine
love u forever
'kin ell joel.....That was amazing! :shock:
Sexlightened
A POEM IN MEMORY OF MY DAD
Im here lying on my bed
Thinking of all that you said
I was your little princess
Your love was so priceless
You would hold me when I cried
Talk to me when I tried to hide
Just wanted you to stay
But you had to go, you went away
Longing for you loving embrace
Want to see your caring face
Feeling so blue
Heart aches for you
My core has been jaded
Your presence has faded
Peace may come tomorrow
Or maybe more sorrow
Have to move on
And try to stay strong
Time will not erase
Memories of yesterday
I have learned that
Nobody can take your place
Now you are truly free
I'll keep you close to me
Im here lying on my bed
Thinking of all that you said
I was your little princess
Your love was so priceless
You would hold me when I cried
Talk to me when I tried to hide
Just wanted you to stay
But you had to go, you went away
Longing for you loving embrace
Want to see your caring face
Feeling so blue
Heart aches for you
My core has been jaded
Your presence has faded
Peace may come tomorrow
Or maybe more sorrow
Have to move on
And try to stay strong
Time will not erase
Memories of yesterday
I have learned that
Nobody can take your place
Now you are truly free
I'll keep you close to me
Quote by Young_Swingers
A POEM IN MEMORY OF MY DAD
Im here lying on my bed
Thinking of all that you said
I was your little princess
Your love was so priceless
You would hold me when I cried
Talk to me when I tried to hide
Just wanted you to stay
But you had to go, you went away
Longing for you loving embrace
Want to see your caring face
Feeling so blue
Heart aches for you
My core has been jaded
Your presence has faded
Peace may come tomorrow
Or maybe more sorrow
Have to move on
And try to stay strong
Time will not erase
Memories of yesterday
I have learned that
Nobody can take your place
Now you are truly free
I'll keep you close to me
Sexlightened
My dad also passed away 3 years ago, 3 weeks b4 i had my second child, doesnt seem that long ago :cry:
Sex God
Sorry to all but I love the words but not of my own.
Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same old story-I know how this song goes,
At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happ knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am only human and I'm always wanting...more.
Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.
Oh, those good days I remember well,
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell,
But it was fun, and people there were kind,
There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time.
And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived,
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano,
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared,
Oh, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.
Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf,
Reasons to be cheerful for myself,
I don't know why you're showing me the sky,
You say you see heaven,
I see hell, but want to try.
And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side,
But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died,
I don't know what's become of the girl who once knew sunshine,
What's become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong?
Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along,
Mr. King you were right,
Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong.
Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same old story-I know how this song goes,
At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happ knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am only human and I'm always wanting...more.
Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.
Oh, those good days I remember well,
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell,
But it was fun, and people there were kind,
There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time.
And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived,
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano,
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared,
Oh, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.
Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf,
Reasons to be cheerful for myself,
I don't know why you're showing me the sky,
You say you see heaven,
I see hell, but want to try.
And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side,
But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died,
I don't know what's become of the girl who once knew sunshine,
What's become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong?
Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along,
Mr. King you were right,
Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong.
I imagine both the following poems appear in this sticky at some point or other, but they are well worth reading again especially at this time.
Alan Seeger
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
Alan Seeger
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
This poem always comforts me when I encounter death..... just thought that i would share
All Is Well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
All Is Well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
Thanks for that Splendid We had that poem printed on cards given to us by the funeral directors at Dad's service. Still got mine tucked away in my memory box and on the back of it is this lovely verse:
Softly the leaves of memory fall,
Gently I gather and treasure them all,
Unseen, unheard,
You are always near,
So missed, so loved, so very dear
We had that poem printed on cards given to us by the funeral directors at Dad's service. Still got mine tucked away in my memory box and on the back of it is this lovely verse:Softly the leaves of memory fall,
Gently I gather and treasure them all,
Unseen, unheard,
You are always near,
So missed, so loved, so very dear
Sex God
From star dust we come
to star dust we go.
This part of the whole
again knows all.
to star dust we go.
This part of the whole
again knows all.
