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Awwww...Nice kitty.
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Lil_Birdie wrote:Awwww...Nice kitty. *shows fangs* Mmm bird...
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I knew it was a trap!!! *flies away*
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Birdie-Buns, did you know Tech was a bird sometimes, too?
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So it's not as complicated and hard to understand as my poetry often tend to be. Plain and simple. *flexes* it's not even in Swedish. The Poluted Flower She's a source to poetry A key to romance a loving angel in a maiden dance She's a hot temptress A path towards joy a shadow of a dream for every boy She's an addictive drug A pain to loose a stray cat but the one they choose She's a runaway bride a pleasure to see A poluted flower, that woman is me.
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I like it catnip sweet romantic
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I swear it's the truth only the truth and somethings about the truth...*ponders* I think I got that right.
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Crossroads
We ask which way
we look both ways
we stop and think
we stop to rethink
we ask ourselves
we ask those around
we look to try to find away
we find no answers
we start off down the road
we have made a choice
we really don't know the outcome
we need this to make life fun
Red
Carpe Diem
Red out
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Really good one red
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I'm not sure if I like cross roads, being forced to pick a way to go... maybe I'll just sit down here by the side of the road and hope someone drags me down their path instead. I like the poem. Simple format, filled with thought.
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Thanks Cat
Carpe Diem
Red out
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Reminds me of my favorite poem Red...
"The Road Not Taken"
Really cool...
Ling
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thanks that is one of my favs
Carpe Diem
Red out
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Hear the night-train pass like setteling heartbeats in the wake of love
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There you go, Red. We all face crossroads sometimes.
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techgoddess wrote:It has taken me awhile to get brave...but here goes nothing:
Home
Walking along an abandoned beach
I feel the cool grains of white sand.
They seem to melt beneath my feet
I watch the ice-cold, rippling water
Slowly wash away the shore;
Bits of shells roll back and forth
As the tide rushes in and out again.
From time to time the seagulls cry out,
As if to say, “This is our home!”
The sun shines yellow with a touch of red,
But still is not yet overhead.
The birds make faint shadows on the beach
As they glide through the aquamarine sky.
I extend my glance from shore to horizon
And catch a glimpse of a foam-capped wave.
The gulf air is strong, yet warm and misty,
With an ever-present scent of salt and sand,
While the waves continue to crash upon the shore.
As I walk towards you
I can almost see the sun
Burning away the mist and
Creating a blinding reflection on
The snow white sand.
Cold water splashes at my ankles now
While small abrasions experience a slight unpleasant burning.
I cannot help but let my body fall against you
And into this dark blue-green gulf water.
As we embrace and become one again,
I dream of staying with you
And never going home.
That is really nice Tech, really gentle and I love the last line so much Hb xx
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I came across a poem this week. I was on youtube and an Astrology teacher I used to know was on there. She's called Joyve Hopewell She read this poem out on Youtube called 'Risk Taking is free' Unknown Author or Authoress if she was female haha. I'd just like to share it with you It certainly does make you think.
RISK TAKING IS FREE...
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool;
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental;
To reach out for another is to risk involvement
To expose feeling is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas and your dreams
before the crowd is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure.
But risk must be taken,
because the greatest hazard in life
is to risk nothing
The person who risks nothing, does nothing,
has nothing and is nothing;
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they simply cannot learn,
feel change, grow, love, Live
Chained by their certitude, they are a slave,
they have forfeited freedom;
Only the person who risks is free.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
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Redwolf wrote:
Crossroads
We ask which way
we look both ways
we stop and think
we stop to rethink
we ask ourselves
we ask those around
we look to try to find away
we find no answers
we start off down the road
we have made a choice
we really don't know the outcome
we need this to make life fun
Red
Yeah I agree with rocco Makes me think a lot reading that poem very good I'd score that a 5 or 10 if there was a 10
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HoneyBee000 wrote:techgoddess wrote:It has taken me awhile to get brave...but here goes nothing:
Home
Walking along an abandoned beach
I feel the cool grains of white sand.
They seem to melt beneath my feet
I watch the ice-cold, rippling water
Slowly wash away the shore;
Bits of shells roll back and forth
As the tide rushes in and out again.
From time to time the seagulls cry out,
As if to say, “This is our home!”
The sun shines yellow with a touch of red,
But still is not yet overhead.
The birds make faint shadows on the beach
As they glide through the aquamarine sky.
I extend my glance from shore to horizon
And catch a glimpse of a foam-capped wave.
The gulf air is strong, yet warm and misty,
With an ever-present scent of salt and sand,
While the waves continue to crash upon the shore.
As I walk towards you
I can almost see the sun
Burning away the mist and
Creating a blinding reflection on
The snow white sand.
Cold water splashes at my ankles now
While small abrasions experience a slight unpleasant burning.
I cannot help but let my body fall against you
And into this dark blue-green gulf water.
As we embrace and become one again,
I dream of staying with you
And never going home.
That is really nice Tech, really gentle and I love the last line so much Hb xx Thanks Honey...I eventually posted it in the Love Poems section...risk taking is indeed free!
~~TechTwo wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do...
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Redwolf wrote:
Crossroads
We ask which way
we look both ways
we stop and think
we stop to rethink
we ask ourselves
we ask those around
we look to try to find away
we find no answers
we start off down the road
we have made a choice
we really don't know the outcome
we need this to make life fun
Red
Thought-provoking and wonderful!
~~TechTwo wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do...
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So in the Mood
Don Abdul © 2006
The sexy soulful depth of your eyes
The radiance, the warmth
Reaching into my soul, kindling fires
The promise of your luscious lips
The softness, the feel
Growing my passion in bounds and leaps
The seduction in your tits
The rock hard nipples
Tripping the man in me to bits
The delicious roundness of your booty
So succulent, so full
Makes caressing you a duty
The maturity of your years
The patience in your ways
Calming my fears
Making me want to drink of your fountain
Your womanhood
To quench my thirst
Our hunger, sweet sex our food
Melding of our lust, our passion, old and new
Aagh! I’m oh so in the mood
Please baby, let flow, the honeydew
From your temple of life, down within
Life is too short to waste it on drama. Have fun while you still can.
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Life
it 's so unfair
it comes and goes
it can make you
it can break you
it can make you happy
it can bring you pleasure
it can bring you pain
it's so fair
Life
is when you can reign
is when you can be blown away
is when you can be
is when you can not be
is when you can see
is when you can be seen
is when you can be in control
is when you can be in the mercy of others
it is so fair
it is so unfair
Your choice
Red
Carpe Diem
Red out
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Joy
of the mountain top
of the sun set
of the water running by
of the rain hitting your face
of the hand of the one you care about
of the JOY
of the peace you partner bring into your life
of the mountain top
of the valley that life brings us back too
of the Joy it can hold
Red
The Heart
is a incrediable thing
it breaks
it heals
it ackes
it pines
it brims with joy
it sinks with pain
it leaps when the phone rings
it shakes when its not you
it scream when it is you
it only wants one thing
?
Red
Carpe Diem
Red out
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Life
When it scares you to the core. Then at that moment you have to decide what you will do. Even if its a life altering thing.
Carp a Diem
To seize the day or grab what is in front of you.
The choice is yours!
I know where life is taking me.
So the choice is yours?
Carpe Diem
Red out
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Waiting
on life
on things
on self
on others
on love
on the right one
on damn near everything
on what
on who
on and on
Red
Carpe Diem
Red out
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Here's one I never posted on Lush, because it really didn't do all that well where it posted originally... What Might Have BeenI see you alone at the end of the bar, I give you a glance, a signal from afar. Our glances linger as you give me the eye, The excitement is building, for one middle age guy, The tension is growing from your seductive glance, My arousal is increasing, I feel it in my pants. Your beauty is awesome, for a taste some would die, But I know it is wrong, to go over and say 'hi'. I sit there and ponder as I play with my drink, Should I or shouldn't I, I am starting to think. Just when I am about to go over and tell you you're so fine, My wife returns from the bathroom and takes the seat next to mine. She stares me down like she knows my every thought, I feel like a kid who was naughty and caught. I'm thinking of later, thoughts running through my head, I'll be sleeping on the sofa, you comfortable in our bed. Your punishment is severe, though fair and just, I mentally violated our marital trust. The long ride home had an unsettling quiet, I'd rather be in the middle of a heated riot. When we get back I say sorry and she gives me a hug, I'm hoping to sweep this whole thing, under the rug. I get in my car and go out for a spin, Still thinking about, what might have been. 06-05-09. It was inspired by another poem on another site, which pretty much all mine are... Later, Alan.
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Of This You Can Be SureThe summer sun rises over the hills, With a beauty and certain grace, But it cannot compete with the beauty of you, Or the beauty of your face. The falling snow in wintertime, Makes everything look so new, But it cannot compare with the beauty, The beauty that is you. The birds in springtime sing their song, So sweetly and so pure, But they cannot compare with your sweet words, Of this you can be sure. The colorful leaves on autumn trees, All covered with morning dew, May be glorious in their beauty, But are nothing compared to you. All the wonders on this fine earth, And the glory of up above, Are nothing compared to your sweet charms, Or the beauty of your love. 12-18-09.
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Here's a love poem...I write too many of these for some reason... I Often WonderI often wonder if what I feel, Is just an illusion or something real, For when these feelings begin to start, I wonder if they’ll break my heart, Or will they stoke the burning fires, That masquerade as my desires, And turn my inner burning lust, Into something built on trust, Because these fires always burn, And so it seems I’ll never learn, For when these feelings do begin, I always seem to dive right in, Again I’ll get my just desserts, All the heartbreaks and the hurts, Again I’ll heed this passion call, And again in love I will fall, And should this love come to an end, I hope my heart will somehow mend, So I can pick myself up off the floor, And fall in love, again once more. 12-21-09.
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Master At Your CraftYou’re truly a master at your craft, The way you hold and stroke my shaft, The way your tongue starts to glide, Along my sensitive underside, The way you look up with your big, dark eyes, As your head is bobbing between my thighs, The way you gently massage the tip, With your soft tongue and lower lip, Girl, you make me want to scream, As you start to lap up all my cream, I don’t want you to ever stop, Till you lap up every single drop, Girl, I’m glad it’s you I know, A girl who knows how to blow. 12-27-09.
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Here is one I did for the comment board on another site...the topic was calling out wrong names during sex...I just thought it was fun... I met this girl I thought was the best, She seemed to have passed most every test, She was great looking, really hot, And loved having sex, loved it a lot, Till I got her in bed one fine night, She was real tight, everything seemed right, So I started pumping away, Anxious to hear what the girl would say, I had her buckin, she was going insane, I was just waiting for her to call my name, Not hearing my name, I started to frown, She must have named every other guy in town, Then when she started with "Now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen." Now Comet and Cupid on Donder on Blitzen, After a hundred names, or maybe more, I realized it was time I showed her the door, But when I tried to call her to show her the way, I hesitated for something to say, I stood there not knowing quite what to do, When I realized I had forgotten her name too, So we both looked at each other and got back in bed, Who needs a name when the girl gives good head? 01-07-09.
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