Tripe, Nonsense and Balderdash

Love keeps you grounded
Which is good for trees
But bad for birds

Love gives you wings
But learning to fly
Requires opening them and
Leaping into the unknown
 
Dear Ed,
It just isn't working.
No matter how hard I try,
Or which words I choose
I can't make you understand
Able though I may be
I need more from you
Than I'm getting
So this is it
I've given up trying
To change you
I know nothing is perfect
But really, I must move on now

It's about time Wilbur gave mr ed the boot. That damn horse does nothing but eat oats and watch tv
 
Lay there, beware
all pant and moan
your legs I will part
Immaculate tether
succulent drone
whispering -------
let loose,
be thunder in June
be mystical weather
my lovely monsoon
your fingers gripped white
your toes curled tight
my kisses will climb
up your sea breeze scent
like a theif in the night
I'll parlay your treasure
until you I've spent
when the storm passes on
we'll rest on the shore
til the clouds again gather
then we'll do it
once more.
 
Nice one Pen! Though I think it would have been better served in Everday Erotica as it's not tripe, nonsense or balderdash.
 
Or~
Hey baby, you wants ta fuck?
I got me a bed, right there
in the truck
my boner, she's rising
sniffin your core
bend over bitch
and i'll show you
what for!
~too subtle?
 
LOL! Well I have been told that I miss being hit on quite frequently, but I think even I would twig to the second one.
 
A chalice, a chalice!
for the wine to pour
yours and mine
in the sweetest amour
drink now my sweet
partake of the flow
then i'll drink of
you too
and want for no more
the cupboards all dashed
doors hang from the hinge
and here on the floor
the spill from our binge
no matter the chalice
how be it adorned
the kitchen our vessel
wrecked on the rocks
and it will not be mourned
 
bonsai anal insertion, plant bdsm
cheesey bait
traps and matters of degrees?

there's a poem in there somewhere :cool:

With a cheesy grin as bait
He planted the bdsm bug in my ear
As I attached the nipple clamps
To his nut sack
And turned the heat up under the wax
I realized I'd been trapped
In a slow burn that reduced to
Ash until all that was left
Was a twisted bonsai
That I gleefully jammed up his ass
 
With a cheesy grin as bait
He planted the bdsm bug in my ear
As I attached the nipple clamps
To his nut sack
And turned the heat up under the wax
I realized I'd been trapped
In a slow burn that reduced to
Ash until all that was left
Was a twisted bonsai
That I gleefully jammed up his ass

Bravo.
 
LOL, have you no nose Tsotha? You should be cringing from the smell.
I'm trying to pass it off as the stinky cheese or possibly a god fart but alas anonamouse ate the cheese and someone stole my tuba.
 
I need to know where this thread stands on poppycock, twaddle, and codswallop.

Thank you in advance.
 
I just spent an inordinate amount of time gathering a bunch of references for a post and plugging them in here and the fucking touchpad on this laptop managed to make the whole thing disappear in an accidental swipe.

Now I remember why I dislike laptops!

Gotta get a mouse and turn the fucking touch pad OFF!


Ok, so anywhore, how often do y'all reference songs, movies, other poems in your work directly (with a few words or the title from something) or indirectly (spoofing or writing to sound like another piece, i.e. a play on I'm a Little Teapot)?
 
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