POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[DonQuixote]

Yes, Dear Lefty,
I liked it.
I just wanted you to know
that we love you,
any old ho'
(A little literary license on that one?! lol)

 

[DonQuixote]

Writerman45,
Welcome to JUB and the Story Board.
Thanks for sharing your erotic poetry with us!

You almost got lost in our boyful banter - we don't want that to happen.
We might not aspire to become Robbie Frost,
or Lord Byron,
but we enjoy our musings, serious and silly.
I hope to see you post more poetry or, perchance prose.

Check out all the great stories our illustrious authors have prepared for us.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

any old ho'
(A little literary license on that one?! lol)

Literary license and registration please.
You know how meow fast you were going meow?

Sixty three...



"I'll pistol whip the next person that says shenanigans, I swear to God!"
__________________________________
"storied Windows richly dight/Casting a dim religious light"
_____________John Milton

 

[DonQuixote]

Butt, butt, I swear I wasn't speeding, ociffer!

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

LITERARY LICENSE and registration, please.
And the speed limit is sixty five...

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

OK Cuzin Dawn

Butt didjer lak it?

House about dissin....
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The Jizz it was sticky and white

it shot forth with volume and might

But when it hit me in the eye

it made me fall down and made me cry.

or

The dick was long the hole was deep

A virgin was laying there half awake

The prize was mine make no mistake

And for the kids very very first time

That bell I would have to chime

And with joy we would weep.

or
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OH MY GOD NO

sorry...at my age I can't come more than twice without a break

Catch you on the flip-flop

**I just saw this brilliant contribution Lefty, and I love your vernacular!**

Mother Of God!
Quick, to the ShihTmobile!

 

[DonQuixote]

But wait, if the Literary Speed Limit is 65, and I was only going 63, what's the problem.

I plead extenuating circumstances - you just saw Lefty's fun and frolic, what's a reader to do, I ask you?

 

[Ambrocious]

Yours is mine and mine was yours but have you ever looked at the scale of ownership and guessed correctly it's true master?

Have you quickened your march into the oncoming winds or has it all been for not when you quickly forgot that that our love wasn't lust, it was friends?

Hush your mind for a moment and breath in a drought of healing relief; let not the rainbow droop down onto your head without much anticipation because sometimes the days will grow darker before the shadows can depart.

If you look up at the sparrow as he flies, remember the moments of time you spent contemplating the counterfeit life humanity has chosen to live; seek to mend the hurting yet blind crowds by stealth and by sighs.

If you blink for too long...that's considered sleep.

 

[DonQuixote]

Ambrocious,
Such ponderous words to contemplate.
For you, a very late night's reflection;
For me, a dawn's awakening brain exercise.

There's a lot of life's learning to be uncovered.
Thank you for sharing.

 

[DonQuixote]

An Ode to a Special JUBer

Boots was a stray
Who found her way
To Neil's bird feeder to sup.

He saw her stay
To fend her way
Back from lack of nourishing cup.

In his kind heart
With bread crumbs he did start
To supplant her foraging ways.

And as she came round
Soon Kibble she found
Was left for her in her own bowl.

Along with water to drink
Hmm, this is a nice place she did think
And aye that was too true.

And as it drew cold
In a strike so bold
An outdoor home for her Neil did build

Elevated from cold
With blankets, manifold
And a covered door he did construct.

And then, by slow
He did methodically go
To invite her inside for a bit.

She came, and she went,
And some nights she spent
In her Kitty Ritz, a palace outside.

Then as it got bitter
Neil and his roommate did bid her
Come, stay inside instead of the Ritz.

And through the Winter she stayed
Warm and toasty they made
Her home inside with them both.

But an outdoor cat is she
Who wanted a "he"
And with kittens they found she'd been made.

Birthing boxes Neil built
Three here, and there, to the hilt
But under the couch she did choose.

Till nigh on three week
After birth did they peek
Out to get away from the heat.

A beeline Boots made
Under Neil's bed and then bade
That her new crib was now the cove.

Behind the plant stand did she move
And snuggle her kits in the groove
While Neil struggled to make it clean.

For Boots gave no advance note,
Just up and moved and did tote
Her babe who was a bit shy.

The other three,
Were more adventurous, you see
And followed or led as might be.

And nay did they say
to HOT cloth, by the way
But YAY to the vinyl to keep cool.

And when came time to name
The kits, right now tame,
Mr. Frodo did come to Neil's mind.

And in that vein,
Lord of the Rings held no disdain,
So Merry, Pippin, and Sam Gamgee next came.

And that, my dear friends,
Is the tale that's not at an end,
Of how "GSDX" became a "dad".

If seen them, you've not,
Travel close to this spot . . .
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=312171
And enjoy their cuteness today.

 

[WalkerK]

Coming and going I see my head turn
Helplessly looking for his sojourn.

Not there.
An absent chair.
Turned off lights.
A fire within me ignites.

If it isn’t passion beloved,
What sadness and void is this I feel
And cannot get rid of?

“I wish I knew how to quit you.”

Dedicated to my first love.

 

[DonQuixote]

WalkerK,
Welcome to JUB and the Story Board.

Thanks for your bittersweet piece of poetry.
It speaks volumes in its brief simplicity.

I hope we see more of you around the story board - jump in as a
presenter and as a reader/commentor.

The water's fine.
We hardly ever bite, unless you ask us to, lol.

 

[Ambrocious]

Go into the darkness screaming to find the light that has been buried deep inside your subtle soul.




My grandpa is about to die...I thought I'd write something a bit different...short and to the point.

 

[DonQuixote]

Ambrocious,
I'm so sorry to hear about your grandpa.

There IS light deep within us.
Take off the bushel basket, and let it shine forth like the Son.

 

[writerman45]

Poured into tight jeans
He oozes sex appeal
And yet, would you know it
He's shy...he's my kinda guy
I catch his eye at last
And engage him in conversation
He blushes as if caught
Right in the middle of masturbation
His smile warms my heart
And the sight of his big package
So warm, and so close
Does things to that other part

And at last, at the end of the night
I feel I've got it right
He agrees to come away with me
After hours of talking
He seems to be fairly easily led
So imagine my surprise
When having got him naked
I find I've got a tiger in my bed

 

[DonQuixote]

Writerman (Andrew, right?)

A spicy little sonnet of sorts.

Shy and reserved,
All that pent up Need,
So tell me, Writerman, sir,
Where oh where did he send his seed?

Thanks for stopping by the Poetry thread
and being brave, not dread.
Your contribution is well received, good sir,
by my top, and bottom, head!

I know, they're lame,
but, I try to mind the game.

Thanks for your contribution.

 

[Lefty]

MON AMI ARCHY

My best friend's name is Archy Balled

Archy Balled

is how he's called

His names in really in step

with his neighborhood rep

we went for a morning jog

and damn that dirty hound dog

on the run he got the itch

fucked him self a beagle bitch

My buddy the best of labs

caught a case of much worse crabs

All the time he was sick

His tender balls he would lick

When he healed he hit the street

For fresh new bitches he could meet

That is why he still is called

Lord and high MR Archy Balled

In this world theres no bigger dick

Or one faster to turn a trick

I might be a prejudiced Shih Tzu

But I love him...so would you

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This ode was prepared for a special person and his pet.

I hope some one else enjoyed it too.



Lefty O'Foole (bastard grandson of Robt Burns)
Dog House, California

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty, O'Foole, kin of Robbie,
A right jolly jingle
of your friend
Archy Bald's dingle.

A horny hound dog is he
Who's not fussy about
who She be.

Gave me a good chuckle.
Thanks for stopping by on a Sunny Morn.

 

[Lefty]

Boy am I disappointed.

Gus never even said the Archy poem sucked even.

guess I'll go back to JUBBoggle and stay put

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

I thought your poem was very pretty Lefty. Especially that part about "no bigger dick." Magical!