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Tsotha your next subject is 'walking in the forest'

Hot air condenses to join
the mist. Cold cheeks red
warm blood running
he speeds away on small feet
crushing dry needles, crossing
boundaries of light, chasing
something immaterial.

A branch to fend off enemies
hits a rock, something's
revealed — reach for it,
cold little fingers growing
still, lively, curious — still
the thing stings, he is
unaware of danger.

Hated shriek,
to put it down,
to make aware,
to protect.
 
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I am reading a book called The Distant Hours so that is your title :)

For some reason, my lack of muse perhaps, this was verra difficult for me....

The Distant Hours

Crazed and faded photographs,
clouded memories of distant days,
of sun and time, childhood’s endless leisure.
Faultless friendships, shared adventures
conjured, Houdini-like, from books,
imagination and daring-do. A freedom
once lost, gone for ever. Did we, on those
lazy days, look up at the cloudless sky and
forward to the distant hours of adulthood?
 
Harry your next subject is 'believing in Extra Terrestials'
Tsotha your next subject is 'walking in the forest'
Butters your next subject is 'Notting Hill Carnival'

can i pass on this one, annie? nothing springs to mind at all right now. i might come back to it later, but for now - it's an empty horizon.
 
can i pass on this one, annie? nothing springs to mind at all right now. i might come back to it later, but for now - it's an empty horizon.

Notting Hill
Place unknown, of jolly people
inspiring nothing
 
Notting Hill
Place unknown, of jolly people
inspiring nothing

trouble is, i've always wanted to go to the carnival, dance in the streets, but never done it - it looks fab though there're dangers every year.... but when the clour, movement and sound of the carnival meet the bloody film of the same title in my head? pfft. it grows insipid. i wnt to write the experience of carnival i've never had without knowledge of the damned movie.
 
trouble is, i've always wanted to go to the carnival, dance in the streets, but never done it - it looks fab though there're dangers every year.... but when the clour, movement and sound of the carnival meet the bloody film of the same title in my head? pfft. it grows insipid. i wnt to write the experience of carnival i've never had without knowledge of the damned movie.

Dangers?
 
Tsotha your new subject is 'does she still think of me'
Tess your new subject is 'dreaming'
Butters your new subject is 'waiting in anticipation'
 
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Tsotha your new subject is 'does she still think of me'

Of course she does. Next subject. :cool:

...ok, the poem. Took a while to form in my mind, but it's yet another live write. No title. Now accepting suggestions.

My day has too many pockets.
Invested like coins, my thoughts
hide and vanish through holes.
(cowardly lint)
Does she still think of me?
From feeling and thinking too much,
my garden was made bare.
(painful picking)
Petal after petal, ripped
to flutter convoluted, uncaught
by breeze, but onto ground.
(underneath feet)
My heart, ground, was the
weak link in the chain that bound.
But I still think of her.
(sometimes)
What am I to do with
this indifference, and silence?
Does she still think of me?
(unknown, unresolved)
 
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Think I missed Champ off that list , so Champ your next subject is including the line 'they've got a new baby next door'
Out the window spring
keeps getting pushed
to the back of the line
by snow and chill,
still the annual flock
of sparrows and finches
inundates the spilled
seed on the lawn below
the feeder. The neighbours
trudge out with the dogs
on the way to the muddy
field where the off-leashers
pee and poop to sighs
and panting of great content.
Yesterday I realized
they've got a baby next
door
to the guy whose cats
dig up the flower beds
and across the road
from the kid who traded
hockey pants for lacrosse
shorts about a month
too early for the season.
 
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Can I tentatively request another?

And I challenge you to write a really bad penis in vagina poem at least 10 lines of in and out should do it :D
 
Can I tentatively request another?

And I challenge you to write a really bad penis in vagina poem at least 10 lines of in and out should do it :D

I'm still trying to wrap my head about believing in aliens, my entire premise Here Should be easy.

.. I believe in miricles
I believe in aliens,
praise the lord,
you freaky things, you freaky things

I believe in aliens,
praise the lord,
you freaky things

Where did you come from, crazy?
how did you know I needed you
how did you know i eeded space travel so badly
 
I'm still trying to wrap my head about believing in aliens, my entire premise Here Should be easy.

.. I believe in miricles
I believe in aliens,
praise the lord,
you freaky things, you freaky things

I believe in aliens,
praise the lord,
you freaky things

Where did you come from, crazy?
how did you know I needed you
how did you know i eeded space travel so badly

*groans* lol
 
Can I tentatively request another?

And I challenge you to write a really bad penis in vagina poem at least 10 lines of in and out should do it :D

You put your bell end in, your bell end out,
your bell end in and you shake it all about.
You do the pokey pokey and you turn around
That's what it's all about.
Ohhhhhhhh oh the pokey pokey
Ohhhhhhhh oh the pokey pokey
Ohhhhhhhh oh the pokey pokey
cunt stretched, knees bent cum cum cum.
Since you're turned around I'll shove it up your ass
now THAT'S what it's all about! :D
 
You put your bell end in, your bell end out,
your bell end in and you shake it all about.
You do the pokey pokey and you turn around
That's what it's all about.
Ohhhhhhhh oh the pokey pokey
Ohhhhhhhh oh the pokey pokey
Ohhhhhhhh oh the pokey pokey
cunt stretched, knees bent cum cum cum.
Since you're turned around I'll shove it up your ass
now THAT'S what it's all about! :D

Hahahahaha hats off!!!!
 
The next subject for everyone who is waiting for one is to write a nonsense poem! Think Edward Lear although your poem doesn't have to rhyme!
 
I'm still trying to wrap my head about believing in aliens, my entire premise Here Should be easy.

.. I believe in miricles
I believe in aliens,
praise the lord,
you freaky things, you freaky things

I believe in aliens,
praise the lord,
you freaky things

Where did you come from, crazy?
how did you know I needed you
how did you know i eeded space travel so badly

Well I clicked in the link to chosen mate and lost an hour, Damn good read now I have to find time to read the whole thing now.
 
The next subject for everyone who is waiting for one is to write a nonsense poem! Think Edward Lear although your poem doesn't have to rhyme!
The Vibe, the Rabbit, the Dildo and the Dong

The Vibe, the Rabbit, the Bullet and the Dong
all took a dip in my quim
And each fucked my peach, cum-along, cum a long
before they went back in the drawer.
Mr. Dildo he glistened quite damp in my hand
Mr. Dong made me squirt with a splish and a splash
Mr. Rabbit was on full speed (and on spin)
Missy Vibe shook with passion in my ass.
cum-along, cum-along
and they all took a dip in my quim, my quim.
and they all took a dip in my quim.
 
Well I clicked in the link to chosen mate and lost an hour, Damn good read now I have to find time to read the whole thing now.

his story telling is exceptional, tods. whenever you find time, treat yourself!
 
The Vibe, the Rabbit, the Dildo and the Dong

The Vibe, the Rabbit, the Bullet and the Dong
all took a dip in my quim
And each fucked my peach, cum-along, cum a long
before they went back in the drawer.
Mr. Dildo he glistened quite damp in my hand
Mr. Dong made me squirt with a splish and a splash
Mr. Rabbit was on full speed (and on spin)
Missy Vibe shook with passion in my ass.
cum-along, cum-along
and they all took a dip in my quim, my quim.
and they all took a dip in my quim.

Haaaaaaa Dirty girl lol
 
Annie needs yellow boots to play in the rain
the blue ones wont do, too mellow
the old brown ones, too smello
I say, fuckit, go barefoot, play in the puddles
I don't like condoms anyway
why should you
 
Annie needs yellow boots to play in the rain
the blue ones wont do, too mellow
the old brown ones, too smello
I say, fuckit, go barefoot, play in the puddles
I don't like condoms anyway
why should you

This was a fun read, Harry; made me chuckle.
 
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