Kissing till tomorrow
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Posted:Mar 30, 2010 11:17 am
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2015 5:23 am 8009 Views
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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.
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Dearest, swetie, sugar o mine.
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Posted:Aug 12, 2009 12:56 pm
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2016 7:21 am 9323 Views
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This morning at my local mini market i bought some mushrooms.
"Good morning lover" said the till girl."How are you today darling?" "Beautiful day isn't it sweetheart?""That's 99 pee lover".
I handed over my money and said "Thanks desire of my heart".
She looked at me like i was mad.
As i turned to go i wiggled my eyebrows at another shopgirl who'd been observing this flood of endearments and smiled triumphantly "I won!" said i.
I rode a gail of laughter out the door.
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Hail the Angel!
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Posted:Jun 12, 2009 3:10 pm
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2010 1:09 pm 8252 Views
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Every year i trys my best to ignore it but those gits at ff never ferget huh? They've gone and added a one to my decrepit 50 so noo i'm officially an old fuddy-duddy.
And don't none of you come in ere wishin me hippity hoppitys, bad enough that ff won't let me forget.
Today It were the Angel dotters last exam before moving on to uni', September next year (assuming she gets the three bees she requires, barely enough fer a teaspoon o honey i know but sweet as her paws homemade milkshake to the Angel i'm sure). So feck the passing of another milestone fer me and all hail the Angel!
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The new Laureate
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Posted:May 2, 2009 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2012 8:12 am 7539 Views
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Carol Ann Duffy was yesterday elected to the office of poet laureate, the first female to hold that position in the 350 or so years of it's existance and what is more important she is the first ever poet i actually rate to hold this position her predecessors being either hugely over-rated or one hit wonders (like Ted Hughes- who only ever wrote one good poem in his whole life and made a career of it) or incomprehensible and talentless like Andrew Motion.
The fact that she is Scottish in no way sways my opinion lol.
Here's one of my favourites of hers. If you don't love it then you have a heart of stone lol.
Words, Wide Night by Carol Ann Duffy
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
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Don't leave me here alone.
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Posted:Apr 30, 2009 8:48 am
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2014 3:44 pm 8337 Views
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Do not go into the light my love
Stay with this cold and this pain.
Don't lie down in the sun my sweet
Bathe in this worldly rain.
Don't sigh and say goodbye mon cher
Sit and count the last of your coin
Don't sign in to that club my darling
Till the day that i also can join.
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Lonely girl.
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Posted:Apr 28, 2009 5:04 pm
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2014 3:45 pm 8347 Views
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Inked her name on a friendly skin.
Laid claim to a new possession.
Victory when her hopes were thin.
Ensured the monogomous line of succession.
Her name should make his spine tingle.
He must love her right down to the bone.
She must never, ever be single.
She will not, she cannot, be alone.
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Each man finds his mother.
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Posted:Apr 21, 2009 1:27 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2010 7:27 am 8372 Views
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The Umbilical Chord is never cut
It is simply grafted from one female to another
And so the nurture of man continues,But
Sometimes the host rejects,
The pre-ordained role
Of
Mother.
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Happy in love.
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Posted:Apr 20, 2009 4:49 pm
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2010 8:15 am 7560 Views
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Happy in the dark, warm hours.
Happy though they know not why.
Happy 'mongst the shadowed bowers.
Happy is the lovers sigh.
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Nut crunch.
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Posted:Apr 15, 2009 7:28 am
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2010 8:16 am 7209 Views
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You and i don't suit,
We are inappropriate.
We stradle, so precarious.
The line of love and hate.
And when, one day we topple,
Which side will it be?
Your hand upon my testicles
Or will it be your knee?
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Primus Amorouse.
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Posted:Apr 10, 2009 2:54 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2017 7:46 am 7782 Views
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Ah ken't it in ma napper
Thon bonny lass sae fine,
Was never gonnae be
The first and last o' mine.
Though i ken't sae much
I ken't sae little too,
And efter a' these years
She's ben ma heart still noo.
A' other lasses came and went.
Nae ither maids did tarry
Except thon one i promised to
But never took tae marry
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