Decayed Angel
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........ pen and pad for me...
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My Erotic Trail
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I find poetry in the strangest places .. my mind.
A Master Instructor walks in and sits down. A student slowly and eloquently pours the Master a cup of hot tea and silently he offers it to the master.
"Pure Poetry," the Master says
"No," the student replys. "Poetry is watching a woman on her daily walk reciting poetry to a keychain that vibrates." <bigrin
SeattleRain said:
A Master Instructor walks in and sits down. A student slowly and eloquently pours the Master a cup of hot tea and silently he offers it to the master.
"Pure Poetry," the Master says
"No," the student replys. "Poetry is watching a woman on her daily walk reciting poetry to a keychain that vibrates." <bigrin
tarablackwood22
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The_Fool said:
Then write me some poetry, you lovely man.
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tarablackwood22 said:Then write me some poetry, you lovely man.
I need to work on this one some more.....
Elastic fornication
Wraps around us
Tightening its grasp
“Swing the pendulum my way, darling.”
Fingers tighten
On erotic images
Yields moans of lust
And tears of pain
Liquid measure of the moment
In sequential view
Staccato in nature
Nude to the touch
Elusive is the point of erudition
Phosphorus lips
Paint a glow
Kissed with pleasure
On bare skin
Offered greedily
Seeking pleasure
For the sake of pleasure’s sake
Sequence me into your
Daytime structure
Lit with darkness
Smelled delight
Simple sight deluded
By truthful lies
Dreams of Shatterday
Shatter on Saturday
Shatter on contact of
Caressing fingers
Lingering in places
I wish them to
Despite all efforts to mingle
Socially
tarablackwood22
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The_Fool said:
Amazing what a little incentive can do.
anonamouse
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because someone told me not too.
yeh, and to piss people off, especially "poets" ~ you know the type. Always whining, why can't they write decent cartoons, like WickedEve.
yeh, and to piss people off, especially "poets" ~ you know the type. Always whining, why can't they write decent cartoons, like WickedEve.
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Poe tr y
Poe tr y
poetry you're a difficult lover
i know you prefer it outdoors
you desire cold shores and tall mountains
sun burning rain camouflage and soft snow
you like fireplay randomly cracking
ornaments moving on the wall
puffed pillows under your convex buttocks
never worried about closing your doors
Wlodzimierz Holsztynski
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vampiredust said:
Poe tr y
poetry you're a difficult lover
i know you prefer it outdoors
you desire cold shores and tall mountains
sun burning rain camouflage and soft snow
you like fireplay randomly cracking
ornaments moving on the wall
puffed pillows under your convex buttocks
never worried about closing your doors
Wlodzimierz Holsztynski
1991
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bogusbrig said:
Smoking, sex, drinking and poetry. Hmm...
I still smoke...
twelveoone
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mouse says hiMaria2394 said:hey mouse, thats why i do it too, cause I cant, not really. hows sweeney doin?I miss you
stay away from sweeney, baby
nothing wrong with what you've been writing lately ~ it's tough, with teeth. I hate stuff that gums at you.
I miss your comments, even the ones you took me to task on. Been away, took the 'mouse to Disney, it was ugly, funny and ugly. Mouse and Anti-mouse.
Why? Because if I don't write it down, it won't leave my head.
I'm always grateful to the poems that fade away, having graced my mind with a moment of gentle illumination.
Its the ones that grab me by throat and burn themselves across my mind---those fuckers are the ones that get written down so they will leave me the hell alone.
I'm always grateful to the poems that fade away, having graced my mind with a moment of gentle illumination.
Its the ones that grab me by throat and burn themselves across my mind---those fuckers are the ones that get written down so they will leave me the hell alone.
Senna Jawa said:
Concave buttocks would be amusing
Like a fruit bowl to put my fruit upon
But then I'd be at a loss
For where would I put my bike?
Oh to have such poetic insight of senna
With all his worldly knowledge
I could have a block to rest my head
So a guillotine could sever me from you
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interracial_sex
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It's what I'm called to do.
TheRainMan
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Because my hands do too much other shit that gets me in trouble.
So I devised this plan to keep them busy.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Gary.
But unlike Gary, it worked.
So I devised this plan to keep them busy.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Gary.
But unlike Gary, it worked.
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Octavio Paz said it best
Words, phrases, syllables, stars that turn around a fixed center. Two bodies, many beings that meet in a word. The paper is covered with indelible letters that no one spoke, that no one dictated, that have fallen there and ignite and burn and go out. This is how poetry exists, how love exists.
Words, phrases, syllables, stars that turn around a fixed center. Two bodies, many beings that meet in a word. The paper is covered with indelible letters that no one spoke, that no one dictated, that have fallen there and ignite and burn and go out. This is how poetry exists, how love exists.
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