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bluerains said:
unlucky pun..and such...just thoughts migrating...saying fuck the proper english..what can I say in this ..a verbage of mind meld...big sigh

Should we breathe you outside
the shadow of seashores,
would we vanish beyond the
veil of intuition, our senses shadowed
in your melancholy?
Would salvation be swallowed
by the blood of man , knowing
their creation sailed ,
pearls highjacked
in liquid crystal memory ..
Would there be any
ME , left behind, in a morphed
aftermath of revelation.
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Wisdom Grows
by My Erotic Tail ©


On the wings of wisdom we fly.
Knowledge our lift and common sense our glide.
To place us above this Earth so devine.
Higher and Higher we seek to climb.
Is it the intellect that makes us soar?
The constant always wanting more.
If a yearning and thristing inside you grows.
The Dragon then lives behind your nose.
 
ty..you made me want to add more...

My Erotic Trail said:
Wisdom Grows
by My Erotic Tail ©


On the wings of wisdom we fly.
Knowledge our lift and common sense our glide.
To place us above this Earth so devine.
Higher and Higher we seek to climb.
Is it the intellect that makes us soar?
The constant always wanting more.
If a yearning and thristing inside you grows.
The Dragon then lives behind your nose.
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Should we breathe you outside
the shadow of seashores,
would we vanish beyond the
veil of intuition, our senses shadowed
in your melancholy?

Would salvation be swallowed
by the blood of man, knowing
their creation sailed,
pearls hijacked
in liquid crystal memory...
Would there be any
ME, left behind, in a morphed
aftermath of revelation?


If it were possible
to throw away
this blanket of blue,
reach
inside your resonating book,
pull out the nails,
crack the coded oracle,
creating a contingency
animation to stasis,
would your wheel of fortune
spin in this new world?
 
Which 2 images would be a better message...

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Should we breathe you outside
the shadow of seashores,
would we vanish beyond the
veil of intuition, our senses shadowed
in your melancholy?

Would salvation be swallowed
by the blood of man, knowing
their creation sailed,
pearls hijacked
in liquid crystal memory...
Would there be any
ME, left behind, in a morphed
aftermath of revelation?


If it were possible
to throw away
this blanket of blue,
reach
inside your resonating book,
pull out the nails,
crack the coded oracle,
creating a contingency
animation to stasis,
would your wheel of fortune
spin in this new world?
 
bluerains said:
ECCO1-01.jpg

Should we breathe you outside
the shadow of seashores,
would we vanish beyond the
veil of intuition, our senses shadowed
in your melancholy?

Would salvation be swallowed
by the blood of man, knowing
their creation sailed,
pearls hijacked
in liquid crystal memory...
Would there be any
ME, left behind, in a morphed
aftermath of revelation?


If it were possible
to throw away
this blanket of blue,
reach
inside your resonating book,
pull out the nails,
crack the coded oracle,
creating a contingency
animation to stasis,
would your wheel of fortune
spin in this new world?


Which 2 images would be a better message...
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I only see one image?
 
some wax romantic
about summer in the south
refer to it as sultry, steamy

it suffocates me
wraps me like Cling film
hermectically sealed in humidity

yes, the pores open
pour sweat 'til I'm soaked
but it is not sexy

I swelter,
overheated, claustrophobic,
as the season wrings

every ounce of hope
from my ravaged skin
leaving but a puddle

of accumulated drops
of desperation seeping
for shelter six foot under
 
tungtied2u said:
some wax romantic
about summer in the south
refer to it as sultry, steamy

it suffocates me
wraps me like Cling film
hermectically sealed in humidity

yes, the pores open
pour sweat 'til I'm soaked
but it is not sexy

I swelter,
overheated, claustrophobic,
as the season wrings

every ounce of hope
from my ravaged skin
leaving but a puddle

of accumulated drops
of desperation seeping
for shelter six foot under
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riviting T~
 
packed full of visuals...

the verse
"hermectically sealed in humidity" simply sings its own song...I love the sound of it dripping the sweltering images...






tungtied2u said:
some wax romantic
about summer in the south
refer to it as sultry, steamy

it suffocates me
wraps me like Cling film
hermectically sealed in humidity

yes, the pores open
pour sweat 'til I'm soaked
but it is not sexy

I swelter,
overheated, claustrophobic,
as the season wrings

every ounce of hope
from my ravaged skin
leaving but a puddle

of accumulated drops
of desperation seeping
for shelter six foot under
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drama scripted drips
perspiring with sheeted seasons
dog days of summer
 
bluerains said:
the verse
"hermectically sealed in humidity" simply sings its own song...I love the sound of it dripping the sweltering images...








drama scripted drips
perspiring with sheeted seasons
dog days of summer
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sweltering heat that grows between two bodies
in a hot summer's night that glides into wet passion
 
he touched me with passion
colored me into a corner
of a lovers den to casually coerce
tenderly tease
and poetically passion
me up. a slow building of love
brick by brick placed
just right, for the making of such
is unthinkable
to me. once a woman
destroyed by loves embrace
he took the time
energy to remake, make me
rethink
rebuild this lost soul
structured to stand tall
think proud
and love once again.
only
time could not stand still
the oceans churned, and the world
turned into a new time
and place. here I stand
renewed
becoming unglued by the thought
of his passing, his touch
his mere
being in my life. happy
to be a new me, saddened
by the thought
of being without him ...
 
RhymeFairy said:
he touched me with passion
colored me into a corner
of a lovers den to casually coerce
tenderly tease
and poetically passion
me up. a slow building of love
brick by brick placed
just right, for the making of such
is unthinkable
to me. once a woman
destroyed by loves embrace
he took the time
energy to remake, make me
rethink
rebuild this lost soul
structured to stand tall
think proud
and love once again.
only
time could not stand still
the oceans churned, and the world
turned into a new time
and place. here I stand
renewed
becoming unglued by the thought
of his passing, his touch
his mere
being in my life. happy
to be a new me, saddened
by the thought
of being without him ...
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tie two birds together and yet they have four wings they can not fly (~_~)

of course I always liked Tanya Tucker's song
"Like two sparrows in a hurricane...
 
A Perfect sunset I took at Bird Island

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Notice the lone bird perched on the top of the branch watching the sunset...am trying to get inspired to write a poem...thought someone else might like to ponder a verse or 2..
 
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I focus on the taste
of your single strawberry;
creating a vivid portrait
in mind ,of color , texture,
and luster mingling in moist
moments across my mouth
beyond its plumpness dipped
in cream to the touch in the
corner of my lips
Its juicy moisture
pink and sweet my
sea of seduction.
I harvest
the pleasure and
reproduce the moment
in my stained diary
of life’s single perfection's
and return the gift
of bliss as you focus
on the weakness
of my worship..
 
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bluerains said:
strawberry-lips2.jpg

I focus on the taste
of your single strawberry;
creating a vivid portrait
in mind ,of color , texture,
and luster mingling in moist
moments across my mouth
beyond its plumpness dipped
in cream to the touch in the
corner of my lips
Its juicy moisture
pink and sweet my
sea of seduction.
I harvest
the pleasure and
reproduce the moment
in my stained diary
of life’s single perfection's
and return the gift
of bliss as you focus
on the weakness
of my worship..
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mmmm mmmmm yummy <grin
 
My Erotic Trail said:
tie two birds together and yet they have four wings they can not fly (~_~)

of course I always liked Tanya Tucker's song
"Like two sparrows in a hurricane...
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mixed up
emotions pour
outside
the hearts den.
discovery of broken
bones pronounce to all
once bitten
twice shy ...

:rose:
 
RhymeFairy said:
mixed up
emotions pour
outside
the hearts den.
discovery of broken
bones pronounce to all
once bitten
twice shy ...

:rose:
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inside the pulse
rhythm rocks steady
nothing bites...
 
RhymeFairy said:
mixed up
emotions pour
outside
the hearts den.
discovery of broken
bones pronounce to all
once bitten
twice shy ...

:rose:
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unique...

is love strong enough
to with stand
the dust of bones
 
RhymeFairy said:
Have no clue my friend.
Only time will tell ~

:rose:
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In the vastness of void
a (huge) eruption accured
expelling (debris) in every direction
an expansion in its own universal time
that which will reverse and contract
condensing to explode again
and again, the cosmic expansion
contraction cycle begins again.
Do we live, each time it is our time.
Or is there another, us.
 
My Erotic Trail said:
In the vastness of void
a (huge) eruption accured
expelling (debris) in every direction
an expansion in its own universal time
that which will reverse and contract
condensing to explode again
and again, the cosmic expansion
contraction cycle begins again.
Do we live, each time it is our time.
Or is there another, us.
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focus
each we trust
and yet
as we focus
dust gathers...
 
bluerains said:
sunny sings
moon brings'
earth absorbs
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Sometimes I get so absorbed in everyday
things. Like a sponge I gather near, partake
of the offering and slowly leak it out,
snail trails of what my life was, that day ...

:rolleyes:
 
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