Chasin' Chickens

[LilDarlin]

Time~

Time is ever consistent.
So many things,
good and bad.
Can happen in time.

I wait my time here.
With a restlessness,
wishing an hoping~
Praying
This time,
time
will be on my side.

Washing away hard,
bad memories.
Alas it also takes away
my most precious ones too.

Bad times overtake us all
Children dying
Business burning
War
Running in fear
Homelessness
Parents always working
Divorce
Loves lost
So much and yet,
still this is not all.
Time will continue to work it's magic.

Those good times
always come to mind.
Time stops as we reach
and grab those flashes.
Birth of your first child.
That first car.
Graduation
Oh, yes, that first kiss.
Leading to so much more.
Parties with friends.
Getting that big promotion at work.
Mamaw tellin ya *back in my day*
That smile, your *one* gives you
These things and so much more
just sticks in your mind.

Memories like these you return to
time and time again.
Knowing that they can never
be replaced.
So much to live through.
Not enough yet, I say.
We live for that one more day.
That one more special,
thing that will touch your heart
and dive into your soul

Time passes no one.
We all know this for a fact.
The best thing about this,
is to grasp each second of each day.
Make it yours, thoroughly and completely.
Enjoy every sight, smell and feeling.
For who knows what time will bring,
tomorrow~

LilDarlin~

 

[LilDarlin]

Your Voice~

Your voice haunts me.
Never setting me free.
Touches my eyes.
Kissing my lips.
So full
pouty.
Deep
long,
drug filled kisses.

Bites my neck
Sends me reeling.
Tempting me,
with rough,
sensual,
raspy maleness...

Heart frantically racing.
Enveloping my breast.
Seeking,
holding tight.

Heated sparks go thru me.
You consume me.
I whimper
Unable to think.
Your
voice~


LilDarlin~~

 

[bamagirl]

Re: Your Voice~

Your voice haunts me.
Never setting me free.
Touches my eyes.
Kissing my lips.
So full
pouty.
Deep
long,
drug filled kisses.

Bites my neck
Sends me reeling.
Tempting me,
with rough,
sensual,
raspy maleness...

Heart frantically racing.
Enveloping my breast.
Seeking,
holding tight.

Heated sparks go thru me.
You consume me.
I whimper
Unable to think.
Your
voice~


LilDarlin~~

I loved this...
and i know a voice that does that to me....

 

[Du Lac]

Re: Your Voice~

Your voice haunts me.
Never setting me free.
Touches my eyes.
Kissing my lips.
So full
pouty.
Deep
long,
drug filled kisses.

Bites my neck
Sends me reeling.
Tempting me,
with rough,
sensual,
raspy maleness...

Heart frantically racing.
Enveloping my breast.
Seeking,
holding tight.

Heated sparks go thru me.
You consume me.
I whimper
Unable to think.
Your
voice~


LilDarlin~~

Lil Darlin...
I know such a voice.. my poems of late are all inspired by the muse with the silky hello that sent me swimming in the lake of dreams... my new set of poems.. Creak... and Creak 2...are the hauntings of that voice... thank you for writing this... Not so alone now in my musings...
Du Lac

 

[LilDarlin]

*Big Smiles*

Ok ladies,

I got your mail.
Have submitted this one for tomorrow..
So since ya'll gave me a bump..
Go vote for it will ya..
Grins*

Thank gurls,
I really did need a lil push with this one~~!!



LilDarlin~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

okay

thanks ya'll

lil when it pops Ill kick it up...grin

hey bama...
"hummmmmm' "oh yea?"

Du~
welcome~

 

[Du Lac]

Re: *Big Smiles*

Good for you girl proud of you... risk.. jump just do it! Don't worry honey just post and submit. That is how we learn. I don't think anyone will get nasty to you if one stinks.. hell we all write crappy poems once in a while lol... (hopefully only once in a while) But.. some of my crappy poems after posting and listening to other bash me... became great works ( to me and that is all that matters) So post! and don't worry I am a warrior lol.. if anyone gets rough with you lol... I put my stuff up... to learn how be be better.. strive.. so I am proud of you.. risking and doing... Life is too short to hesitate when it comes to such things! Vote I will you know it!
Du Lac

Ok ladies,

I got your mail.
Have submitted this one for tomorrow..
So since ya'll gave me a bump..
Go vote for it will ya..
Grins*

Thank gurls,
I really did need a lil push with this one~~!!



LilDarlin~

 

[LilDarlin]

Art~

Thanks my friend.
I loved this one too.
I think all we write,
every last one has some kind of effect on us.

I had already submitted 2 for tomorrow.
So this one was gonna be on the back burner..(lol)
Not now.~~ *Grins*
It is submitted an awaiting approval.

I have written all day.
Still have a few up my sleeves,
so hide an watch..
More comin soon..
woohooo..
I am soooo glad to be over that writers block..
Whew~!!

Waves n Huggs to all my friends..
Thank You for the support and encouragement~~

LilDarlin~

 

[bamagirl]

Re: okay

thanks ya'll

lil when it pops Ill kick it up...grin

hey bama...
"hummmmmm' "oh yea?"

Du~
welcome~

oh yeah!!

 

[bamagirl]

Re: *Big Smiles*

Ok ladies,

I got your mail.
Have submitted this one for tomorrow..
So since ya'll gave me a bump..
Go vote for it will ya..
Grins*

Thank gurls,
I really did need a lil push with this one~~!!



LilDarlin~

I will be looking for it tomorrow

It will do well Hun

 

[LilDarlin]

Hmmm~

My New Rambling~~~



shuffling dangles of emerging love
gushing stippples flourishing inseminating
impressing endowments rapturously
soulful duet etching unrelentingly

gnashingly bonding masses
dancing wolfishly coiling
rampant writhing overwhelming
lubricatingly
eruption
splattering~

LilDarlin~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Re: Hmmm~

My New Rambling~~~



shuffling dangles of emerging love
gushing stippples flourishing inseminating
impressing endowments rapturously
soulful duet etching unrelentingly

gnashingly bonding masses
dancing wolfishly coiling
rampant writhing overwhelming
lubricatingly
eruption
splattering~

LilDarlin~

oh my...hey this ones great...
lubricatingly.~
hehehehe
wow...

okay gonna go read some poems...
just got in...
grin~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

clue 3

Haven't a 'fucking' clue: case 3

the case of the Strap-on

The Parker Brothers Mansion stood on Maple drive
a little more lustered when Mr. Parker was alive.
The night of his demise, the guest's got a surprise
finding their gracious host, up and died.

Inspecter Clit'o rounded the guests
extra long looks at the womans breasts
all quite quiet huddled in the living room
hoping this would be over soon!

"Where were you at ten pm Mr Green?"
Inspector Clit'o asked rather mean
"I was in the den...
...with Mrs. Peacock my new friend."

"Is this so?" asked Inspector Clit'o
to Mrs. Peacock's blushing glow.
"Oh quite right ...yes indeed,"
she gave Mr. Green's leg a squeeze.

"And where were you Miss. Scarlett?"
the Inspector gripped her ass and squeezed
Miss Scarlett was so pleased
"I was with the king of KFC...

...the Conel." She wimpered
"We were in the garden...
...the cucumbers a ripe."
Miss Scarlett stood by the colnals side

Strutting eye to eye with the professor
Inspector Clit'o became more of an aggressor
"I suppose you were with Mrs. White?"
The Inspector smite

"No, I was in the bathroom...hummm...
relieving myself, yes that's it, relieving myself."
The Professor pleaded in a nervous way
Inspector Clit'o looked her way.

"And where were you Mrs. White at ten pm,"
"I was in the gym," Mrs. White said
Inspector Clit'o walked around the room
stop and scratched his head.

"I have crucial evidence in this case,"
Inspector Clit'o said as he paced
"I need you all to line up in a row,
I must see who this fits, then I'll know."

Inspector Clit'o held up a Strap-on
the snickers and chuckles came along
The guest lined up and the Inspector
inspected...

one by one...

sizing the Strap-on to each individual

long hanging pecker

as he buckled and unbuckled

kneeling at each

and strapping on a strap-on

"The shoe fits," the Inspector said
Professor Plum's face was red
"You Killed Mr. Parker...
...with a strap-on, dead."

"No you nit, I used a lead pipe, in the study,
while I was fucking him with the strap-on."
Confessed Professor Plum
still wearing the fittin strap-on

"I see," said Clit'o
"A lead pipe! Clever of you.
"Thanks for the confession...with out it...
...I didn't have a 'fucking Clue."

 

[My Erotic Tale]

falling star

tiny burst of streaking light
dark dark night~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

a paris rose

pepper mill clouds
and a burlesque breeze
narrow buildings tower
brick and cobblestone streets

second story curtains veil the outside world
whipping lightly at an open shudder door
a vanity's reflection of combing a curl
sheer stalkings mess long legs adorn

short brisk strokes on short sleek hair

 

[My Erotic Tale]

GLIMMER

CLOUDS DARK THAT HANG AND LINGER
GLIMMER OF LIGHT SHIMMER
LIKE A BEAM THROUGH A WHOLE
WHERE BLUE SKIES SHINE
AN OPENING TO THE SUN
LIKE AN ARM REACHING FROM HEAVEN
A LIGHT SHINE ON ME
IN RAIN AND THUNDEROUS CLOUDS
A GLIMMER OF HOPE
ON A DARK DAY

 

[Du Lac]

Re: GLIMMER

CLOUDS DARK THAT HANG AND LINGER
GLIMMER OF LIGHT SHIMMER
LIKE A BEAM THROUGH A WHOLE
WHERE BLUE SKIES SHINE
AN OPENING TO THE SUN
LIKE AN ARM REACHING FROM HEAVEN
A LIGHT SHINE ON ME
IN RAIN AND THUNDEROUS CLOUDS
A GLIMMER OF HOPE
ON A DARK DAY

art these are lovely... so different than your normal poems.. I just love this side of you... what a gift!
du lac

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Re: Re: GLIMMER

art these are lovely... so different than your normal poems.. I just love this side of you... what a gift!
du lac

thanks Du~
I saw this the other day and it stuck in my mind, I knew I would have to attempt bringing it to life as well as the sight itself.
thanks~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wrote this on another thread so I need to play with it and bring it to life any suggestions would help on the development of a plant to grow and flower the bloom is such short time considering the length of time it took to grow. lime light, 15 minutes of fame. bloom gone but still green plant envy.

from another thread (Quote: My Eritc Tale)
Shakespeares bloom every century or two
the rarest of flower, it's literary lure of beauty in
life death and existence.
existence forms first as a seed sprout deeply in
the unknown trailing and trial and error reaches.
till one day it sprout. Fates play on these delicate
days, sun burned or clipped stepped on or smothered
by another for existence.
say said root, brown and deep in darkness
dirt grime muck and earth grows stronger
the release propels a sprout to rise. Nutured
or not the reach into existence flows
the days of growing out number the lime lighted
bloom of the flower. for the flowers beauty adored
with no thought to it's root and existence in whole
but only that which flowered in the grow.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

the un-thought of a seed,
deep in nothing
time sprout a vine
to reach into the unknowing
dark grime and essence of life
absorbant of it's enviorment
growing learning seeking
sronger and larger
gripping it's place in life
swelling in it's offerings
sprouting into the world
punching a whole into existence
rising from the earth
reaching for warmth and reception
blown by critical wind
dodging imprintation,
enduring sun and rain
drought and flood
time and grazing
growing reaching budding
till a bloom blossoms
a piece of natural Art
in hopes of one ... perhaps one
may smell of it's aroma
and dabble in it's exisence
to pollenate inspiration
a moment of beauty
a short gasp in a longer life
the natural urge to produce flowers
in the blooming

 

[Du Lac]

Art....

the un-thought of a seed,
deep in nothing
time sprout a vine
to reach into the unknowing
dark grime and essence of life
absorbant of it's enviorment
growing learning seeking
sronger and larger
gripping it's place in life
swelling in it's offerings
sprouting into the world
punching a whole into existence
rising from the earth
reaching for warmth and reception
blown by critical wind
dodging imprintation,
enduring sun and rain
drought and flood
time and grazing
growing reaching budding
till a bloom blossoms
a piece of natural Art
in hopes of one ... perhaps one
may smell of it's aroma
and dabble in it's exisence
to pollenate inspiration
a moment of beauty
a short gasp in a longer life
the natural urge to produce flowers
in the blooming

Art... it is now you who is mezmerizing.. and reviving... this is so beautiful... I am just cleaning up the spelling for you lol... but the seed here blooms in this poets soul who takes the moment to breathe in the aroma of the essence.... thank you for revealing this "Art"~~~~*
Du Lac

PS.. * means correction.. and ? for wording?...

the un-thought of a seed,
deep in nothing
time sprout a vine
to reach into the unknowing
dark grime and essence of life
absorbant * (? absorbent? variables) of it's environment*
growing learning seeking
stronger* and larger
gripping it's place in life
swelling in it's offerings
sprouting into the world
punching a hole* into existence
rising from the earth
reaching for warmth and reception
blown by critical wind
dodging imprintation,* (? Implantation)
enduring sun and rain
drought and flood
time and grazing
growing reaching budding
till a bloom blossoms
a piece of natural Art
in hopes of one ... perhaps one
may smell of it's aroma
and dabble in it's exisence (essence*?)
to pollinate* inspiration
a moment of beauty
a short gasp in a longer life
the natural urge to produce flowers
in the blooming

 

[My Erotic Tale]

root-to-bloom

the un-thought of a seed,
deep in nothing
time sprout a vine
to reach into the unknowing
dark grime and essence of life
absorbent *
(? absorbent? variables) of it's environment* (okay)
growing learning seeking
stronger* and larger
gripping it's place in life
swelling in it's offerings
sprouting into the world
punching a hole* into existence
rising from the earth
reaching for warmth and reception
blown by critical wind
dodging imprintation,*
(? Implantation)imprintation from being stepped on.
enduring sun and rain
drought and flood
time and grazing
<<<<<not sure about the grazing(eaten)
growing reaching budding
till a bloom blossoms
a piece of natural Art
in hopes of one ... perhaps one
may smell of it's aroma
and dabble in it's existence <<<<<<(essence*?)
to pollinate* inspiration
a moment of beauty
a short gasp in a longer life
the natural urge to produce
in the blooming


thanks Du
it sits here because I don't feel I've touched
on the importance of time frame from nothing
to a week of bloom in the spotlight for such
a short time in total existence....

thansk for the review...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Re: root-to-bloom

the un-thought of a seed,
deep in nothing
time sprout a vine
to reach into the unknowing
dark grime and essence of life
absorbent *
(? absorbent? variables) of it's environment* (okay)
growing learning seeking
stronger* and larger
gripping it's place in life
swelling in it's offerings
sprouting into the world
punching a hole* into existence
rising from the earth
reaching for warmth and reception
blown by critical wind
dodging imprintation,*
(? Implantation)imprintation from being stepped on.
enduring sun and rain
drought and flood
time and grazing
<<<<<not sure about the grazing(eaten)
growing reaching budding
till a bloom blossoms
a piece of natural Art
in hopes of one ... perhaps one
may smell of it's aroma
and dabble in it's existence <<<<<<(essence*?)
to pollinate* inspiration
a moment of beauty
a short gasp in a longer life
the natural urge to produce
in the blooming


thanks Du
it sits here because I don't feel I've touched
on the importance of time frame from nothing
to a week of bloom in the spotlight for such
a short time in total existence....

thansk for the review...

I know I submitted this already but
perhaps I'll re-do or make a part 2
for it hit me today how to deliver this better
after working on it for days already so my stories
acctually take less time to write than a poem
sometimes

 

[foehn]

This seemed an appropriate place to post this off-the-wall, completely worthless ditty:



Poultry Contests


I used to enter them often, Girl,
but never won, so heck.
Too much work. The chickens twirl,
go mad, and who gets pecked?

You do; at least, I always did,
but just for old times’ sake
I thought I’d try the standard quid
pro quo and maybe make

some sense of what I used to do:
grooming chickens, natch.
Threw in three hens, I did, and whew!
One had an egg to hatch.

I waited. Stared at chicken tracks.
And what a thing! I won!
The prize was, got my chickens back –
but two were under-done.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

This seemed an appropriate place to post this off-the-wall, completely worthless ditty:



Poultry Contests


I used to enter them often, Girl,
but never won, so heck.
Too much work. The chickens twirl,
go mad, and who gets pecked?

You do; at least, I always did,
but just for old times’ sake
I thought I’d try the standard quid
pro quo and maybe make

some sense of what I used to do:
grooming chickens, natch.
Threw in three hens, I did, and whew!
One had an egg to hatch.

I waited. Stared at chicken tracks.
And what a thing! I won!
The prize was, got my chickens back –
but two were under-done.

oh yes ... this is the place for such works
hey foehn ~

yep, write, question , work shop, criticize,
create, yap about and or anything ya want
here grin, a couldrin for poetry hehehe

loved your poem, grin
like socks on a chicken (~_*)

 

[My Erotic Tale]

coming ...

I got it ...