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3rd attempt to round up me wandering ditties. I'm rough diamonds, you are Bling. You're all the words i want to sing. Let's face it mate (in a Barry White styley), "You're ma everything". Alison, oh Alison You and i shall have such fun. Alison, oh Alison. C'mere and let me bite yer bum A NOTE TO KATE. Kate?Kate? Wait. What rhymes with Kate? Anyway Kate, i went on a date. This girl could have lost some weight, Kate. I told her, "It's never too late", Kate. She called me a reprobate, Kate. I took her to the local fete, Kate We talked & laughed & she ate, Kate. We went to a gypsy and she told me my fate. She said as a poet i'd never be great. Till i thought of a rhyme for invigorate, Kate Anyway it's getting late, Kate and i have plans to formulate, mate dogs to love and spiders to hate Pillows to cuddle and dolls to inflate. and i can't think of a rhyme for Kate, Kate. What? Yer name's Kelly? Really? Oh bow licks! -----SOCIETY----- They come from afar to catch the clouds and sing to the cliffs and crevasses. To rest in the hollow of a sea-made nest All the individuals in feathered masses. ADAM. Adam had a brand new toy, which wouldn't suit another boy. So the Lord made Eve his play-mate Eve put out on the very first date But still Adam had to wait, For the damn tree to pollinate. LIFE. Adam was born of love. Eve was born of lust. And it pleases the Lord above, to return us each to dust. BLIND DATE. I have a date tonight who's never seen my face. She hasn't got a Scooby 'bout my religion or my race. For all intents and porpoises i could be any kind o' feller. So i'm dressing as a walrus and head to toe in yeller. POETRY COMPEtitIONS. I won a months supply of yoghurt from the rabbits foot review. I won my weight in goldfish at the Edinburgh tatoo. I have two weeks in Basingstoke i'm looking forward to. Got a beta-max video and a midden-load o pooh. (old and well composted, not steamy fresh and new) You can acheive this mighty miracle too. sit quietly on yer botty and i'll tell yer what to do. Believe that all your cliches are really something true Then send them to these publishers and they'll believe it too. INTERNET POOL. -----A/S/L?----- a/s/l/. a/s/l? You ask it all the time. Never giving yours but always wanting mine. Click upon my profile if you really have to know and i'll just sit here quietly and wait fer you to go. If yer still in yer seat when i recite chorus two You're obviously over twenty-seven too. Now perhaps we'll play & chat about the weather. Talk of aches and pains & being old together. -----FERAL AFFAIR----- Their human skin abandoned and feral forms attired, They speak in tongues the naming of secret wants desired. In the moment of their coming cry out each others names. For adulterous conjoining they list, least among their shames. -----THE torture OF THE RACK.----- The perspiration runs like window-pane rain into the chocolate hollow of her back Evidence to a beauteous torture and exquisite pain and all of loves confessions made upon this rack. -----THE LEAVING DOOR----- Lust dances mischeiviously in the opaque of eyes. Egyptian cotton stained and imprinted with sweet goodbyes. Passionate parting has littered the clothes-strewn floor. One long farewell precedes the lovers' leaving door -----A LITTLE BETRAYAL----- La petite mort tickles in the sweet,sweat-soaked sheets, Welcome and warm in the space where love and lust meets. Rising and writhing to a climax of intimate desires, Love doesn't just make fools of us, it also makes us liars YEAH WELL! Don't want no ersatz sausage. Don't want some faux cafe~. Don't want some made up formula. No powdered eggs today. Don't wanna eat no ugli fruit. No "healthy" twig nor leaf. But mostly i don't want to, Swallow your tasteless belief. RE-USED. She's alone on the bed, Like soiled laundry. She was used, now she knows it's true. She listened to the words he said. Fell for a childrens story. Always predictable,This is what he'd do! UNtitLED. Well tickle my bum wih a feather. Another day, another FF delay. It's slightly annoying, wether You have something or nothing to say. BITS OF POEMS. It's my beleif, (though stop me if i'm wrong) That i am not the only man, who ever sang this song. I shall be what-ever you ask of me. I shall love you indiscriminately. Say what you say and i will agree. I shall love you constantly. Jasmine blossoms amongst the weeds. It thrives in competition with more common seeds. Clings to skin, it's heady scent. Blessed the wall on which it leant. A' ma cares are feminine. A' ma woes are male. A' ma loves are fair sublime. A' ma dreams- a jail. BEING EQUAL. All things being equal, You should love me, like i love you. All things being equal, You should feel this longing too. All things being fair and just, You should want my body badly. All things being fair and just, You should need my booty madly. All things being as they should, You would drown deep in my eyes. All things being as they should, You would tell me perfect lies. Love is the ultimate lie. MUTUAL DESTRUCTION. Firstlight kisses announce surrender, In whisper-warmed ears. The night of lustful war has passed, With sweat and passionate tears. Truce declared- The exchange, Of prisoners, shall commence. An arm for an arm, leg for leg, And sense for sated sense. Two lovers entered this arena, Two lovers shall depart. Souls once joined together, Are never souls apart KISSING TILL TOMORROW. The sun is dying my love And soon the night shall have us. Enrapt in silver moonlight. The sun is dying my love And in it's perfect swoon We'll inter ourselves in loving linen And kiss till morning comes. LOST LOVE. A love that knew no consumation. A constant heart is stilled. No sweetheart kiss of celebration. A promise left so unfulfilled. You were my unrequited love. And i shall greive your passing. Hold hard what you were proud of. In truth and unsurpassing YEAH? Lonely as the night sky. Distant as forever. Hopeless as the day goes by. constant as "what-ever". ABUSIVE POEM. Just as i get interested That's the moment when, You display a lack of dignity And woeful taste in men. You thought this one would be different? You thought he'd treat you kind? But he's just the same as the other ones. With the same thing on his mind. You say you're just an optimist. You say you're just confused. But the sad and sorry fact is, You like to be abused. |
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1/24/2009 8:38 pm |
Who's that knocking at my door Who's that knocking at my door Who's that knocking at my door Said the fair young maiden...
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I'm going to stitch the last one onto a pillow for this chick I know. I mean, I'm gonna do it as soon as I learn to stitch. There we are then. Cheers. Cheers! 
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2/3/2009 12:19 pm |
You and the bumbiter...hehehehe....you my pet, this place is totally fecked now. Even if you did write a new post it wouldn't show up. Kissys!
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It werny me said the flea, It couldn'y be, because you see. I were in the lavvy 'avin' a pee. lol There's another verse daisy darlin but me poetry posts have become too long and ff has taken to cutting them off when they get bored (ooer missus). The next verse is at the beginning of one o these other posts i think. Well i have a moment between housework and duffing up wimmenfolk on wrestling so i posted the latest bag-poem anyhoo Al me pal.Not one o me better ones but no-one reads them any more anyhoo lol.
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