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Angeline said:
Thank you Tods. I ♥️ you, too. Glad to see you all writing away here. I can't promise to be more present, but I am wanting to write poems again, so we'll see.

Hope you are keeping well, Papa. :rose:
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Doing ok busy as always sometimes its heavier than others; march 31st the new one born; little girl

Thinking of calling her francesca
 
champagne1982 said:
Ditto Butters And yes Sleep now or never rest lol
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Lol, this is kid no 5, both my boys suffer insomnia the youngest severe night terrors,so we haven’t slept for the better part of 7 years anyway :p not that I slept a lot before that, 100-120 hour weeks, before this job I was packaging car stereos and bouncing 5-7 nights a week I’ve made a lifestyle out of ignoring sleep :D
 
champagne1982 said:
I'll say! Did you know that a lot of brilliant people require less sleep than most? So provided you don't feel like you're missingout on rest, you could be brilliant!
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He is :) come play with us on the wheel challenge champers :rose: and hiya.
 
Signature

I never quite had
my father's easy precision
in lettering, but my hand,

though never as clean
nor as elegant,
was always neat and bold.

My physics professor
declared my lab notebooks'
large print showed

my confidence, my
mastery of the exercise.
This was a joke

I shared with friends for years
but now, my fingers
and even my hands can't move

quite how I would like them to.
I'm like a director
who cannot evoke the performance

he needs for his film
of a man merely writing a check
and signing his name, legibly.

So I have typed this poem,
something I can still do,
though even if it ends up published

in a book, I would have to sign
the title page, "X" and ask
two witnesses to attest this was my mark.
 
She jumps as he takes a nipple in his mouth,
sucking and gently nibbling as he cups
her small breasts, rubbing and kneading
before kissing down over her belly
between the lips to the secret of her clitoris.
He flicks it with his tongue tip, and a cry escapes
of surprise and amazing pleasure.
Not understanding why, her buttocks lift and push
against his tongue and she starts to pant
as he licks and sucks . Suddenly a high cry
accompanied by a shudder through her
entire body heralds her first orgasm.
 
UnderYourSpell said:
She jumps as he takes. . .
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Logs hiss, embers
fall beneath the grate and gray

into ash. She lies
still, her heartbeat now only

a little fast, her breath now
nearly calmed. Snow swirls

and drifts gracefully outside,
but his gaze stays fixed

on her breasts and neck, skin flushed
from their recent exercise.

Laying a red shawl
over her shoulders, he stirs the coals.




Happy birthday, by the way. I know it's in early February, though I never remember the exact date.
 
Tzara said:
Logs hiss, embers
fall beneath the grate and gray

into ash. She lies
still, her heartbeat now only

a little fast, her breath now
nearly calmed. Snow swirls

and drifts gracefully outside,
but his gaze stays fixed

on her breasts and neck, skin flushed
from their recent exercise.

Laying a red shawl
over her shoulders, he stirs the coals.




Happy birthday, by the way. I know it's in early February, though I never remember the exact date.
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Thank you, it was the 5th but passed with nobody on here commenting but no matter like Christmas it came and went in this household too now that I can't walk or see very well I couldn't go out to celebrate.
 
Hanami Tanka

Sun opens its eyes
like me it's flower watching,
cream, pink, magenta
petals fallen on my hair.
Even the clouds are smiling.
 
At the back of the field, the cedars break the wind.
Fine snow crystals glint, suspended in the winter sun.
 
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pleasure works
candy's much better than pain
but ice cream's good too
when licked lasciviously
from those sensitive places
 
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cherry blossoms fall
........ash from a funeral pyre

.....today, drifting snow


.
 
I have spread
some clean gravel
here,

so that when
your poem lands
it can settle,

properly upright,
displayed as it should be,
an artifact, a monument,

an object perfect in its place.
 
Sitting here thinking
of you and me, of us
and even if it's wrong,
I'm not sorry,.
I'd do it all again
for the bit of you that's mine.

I don't know how it happened,
we were friends for years,
nothing more, but then one
night we got talking, I fell
so deeply in love with you, now
there's bit of your life that's mine.

You're far across the ocean
and we can never be,,
I'll never hold you, never kiss you
and it breaks my heart in two.
But I have your face and voice
on a screen, my bit of you that's mine.
 
Both satiated for now, they lay
side by side, with his arm around her
her head on his shoulder.
He idly rolled her big nipples
between his fingers and she
cradled his cock in her hand,
never wanting to let it go.
"So" he said "Are you glad you made
the move over here?"
"Yes, it was a big decision to make.
I'm English through and through,
but I had to come to you
when my happiness lay
halfway across the world
and you have made me happy.
Not just this." Lightly squeezing his cock.
It jumped in her hand.
He growled softly in her ear and leaning over,
took her in his arms, lightly kissing her lips,
then deeper holding her body tightly to his.
He whispered his love onto her lips
before kissing his love lower and lower.
"I love your breasts" kisses each nipple.
"I love your belly" kisses her belly button,
making her giggle. "What is this I love?"
"My pussy?" "Yes your pussy".
 
Mathematical Bridge

Straight and tangent
trusses, bound by bolts,
not Newton's thought,

is how it's built.
Young men punt young gels
under its erratic arch

along the placid Cam.
You cannot take this bridge apart
and reassemble it

like some student exercise.
And though it never carried Newton,
it may have Stephen Hawking.
 
I close my eyes, head buried in your shoulder,
and live your hands travelling a strange landscape.
Soothing and caressing, peeling back the sheet
of my nakedness, shivering with anticipation.
A finger spreads and delves into warm wetness
until I gasp, moan and whisper please.
Please what Annie? Tell me what you want.
You, you inside me. Urgently he enters me,
First time lovers, neither young but still a passion,
strong enough to move mountains, cross oceans.
 
Would you want to
change this woman?
Turning back to his work,
a throw away line.
Hell no, you're perfect in every way,
and made my day. :)
 
Half-empty Beach

............Palmprint on the sand.

I was trying pushups, but
....grew sleepy and napped.


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