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POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

Ah, my dear Shih Tzu, you look for the vasoDiolator aspects of the pharmacopaea, a bit of the "Viagra-Cialus" effect?

Always happy to see you.
 
SCENES FROM WORLD WAR TWO:

(In memory of of Misha Bruskina,
a 17-year-old Jewish Partisan
hanged at Minsk on October 12, 1942)

Page 245: On the Eastern Front, 1942

Has the smiling girl picked up a rope,
knotted one end under her chin,
flung the other over a tree limb
and climbed onto a tamarack log
just to amuse the quartet of Waffen-SS
that seems to find her clowning
hilarious?

Does her smile say to the hangmen,
each one invisible in winter camouflage
except for his grin and the sunlight
on the silver skull pinned to his cap,

"I welcome Death
if life means sharing the world
with you"?

Or does she smile at the soldiers
because she is able to see beyond Russia
into a land of such grace
it takes away any fear she might have
of entering it forever?

Page 246: On the Eastern Front, 1942

Her body dangles from the rope
like a rose whose plucking has
robbed it of the strength
to stand on its own.

Still grinning,
the hangmen stand in a tight circle
around her body almost as if waiting
for her to pull her tongue back
into her mouth and make another joke
before they continue their hunt.

Page 293: In the Forest of Ardennes, 1945

Had you surrendered
in Waffen-SS garb
you would be caged
as prisoners of war.

But you were wearing
American Army uniforms
when we captured you.

By the rules of war
we have no choice
but to punish you
as we would any spy.

Wilhelm Parnass,
Wilfred Schmidt,
it is my duty
to cover your eyes
with these rags
so the sentence can
be carried out.
 
The imagery of WWII through it's poignant poetry should and does hit the soul.

On the Eastern Front was required reading when I was in High School. We grew up in the Viet Nam and post Viet Nam era. I remember watching the evening news on our 12" B&W TV in the kitchen, as we ate dinner. The imagery still echoes in the recesses of my brain.
 
This poem is one I wrote to remind us of the ravages of war. I wrote it after reading/looking at a book of pictures about the Second World War. There was a picture in it of a young woman being executed. There was also a picture of two young Germans tied to posts to be executed for donning American uniforms and pretending to be American soldiers but were really spies.
 
It was a poignant contribution.

This thread is many things - Hot and sexy, light and limericky, deeply thoughtful, Happy, Sad, and all things in between.

Thanks for contributing.
 
cheap and degrading but i had fun
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Woke up today with a big stiff cock
So i stuffed it in a cotton sock

Now what the fuck was i to do
i Pulled real hard a time or two

there was my cock
and a nice clean sock

But now I'm finished done and through
One soft cock and a ton of goo

(groan)
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She wants my penis
my prick to lick

I offered my ass
that made her sick


I closed my tired eyes
and grabbed a tit

I thought oh gosh wow
this must be it

she yelled out that it hurt
down all the halls

Thats when she kicked me
square in the balls
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had enough yet?

its just so sad
that these are bad
yet of my verse
i have done worse
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Mercy granted, I'll stop for now lol.
Just remember, You invited me. :rolleyes:
 
Yes, yes we did. And the progenitor of the thread left if pretty wide open to all manner of original verse -

And we knew what we were tempting
when we invited you,
we weren't ignorant of your PerVerse!

Is the ol' hound dog humping your leg?
Or chewing on it, like it was a peg?

Mayhaps we need a rum or two,
so break open the Keg!
 
it is plain to see

we need tequila

you and me

rums for girls

and sissy churls

tequila on the rocks

man

that will curl your socks.

Dan Mike and young Pedro

showed

thats the way to go.

Zorros cool he knows the score

fact is he just order us one more.

:rotflmao::jab:**wars**:jab::rotflmao:
 
Someone prefers Azgothic epic style then? Master Gruthos of theMid- Galactic

Council would be so pleased.
 
Jose Cuervo could be a VERY Good friend of mine.
I only looked to the beverage of choice of Cap'n Jack Spratt
because I needed a keg to open.

Scotch - a nice, 12-15YO single malt from that non-Emerald Celtic/Viking region would be nice, but I didn't think their Barrels would qualify as a keg.

Ditto for the nice Cabernet Sauvignon and Cab-Merlot's, other fine wines from our Little Italy Finger Lakes region - or just down the street about 4 miles from my house is a very nice little estate winery.
( I won't mention the BIG, "starry" purveyor of spirits, globally, that is also headquartered 10-15 miles from here. They got their seed money in Richard's Wild Irish Rose, fortified liquor of drunken "bums" everywhere. I think they're trying to keep that part of their history quiet, given their ownership of Robert Mondavi, maybe a part ownership of Lafitte-Rothschild, and a host of other companies from NY to CA to Europe to Australia.)

Confused?
What are Leo, Virgo, Sagittarius, Gemini, Cancer, Orion, Ursa Major and Minor, the Pleadies, Southern Cross?

I know, I've deviated from the iambic pentameter and haiku for which this thread was created.
Skol! Here's mud in your eye.
 
Heres a short one for the kids Don
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Jack Spratt was drunk and fat

His wife was drunk and mean

And so betwixt the two of them

They drank the Tavern clean.
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Hickory lickery dock

His mouth ran up my cock

The cock spurt juice

The cum run loose

As he nipped at my cock

Hickery lickery dock
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thats enough...no O D ing here.:rolleyes:
 
Jusy curious,

Saw no response and wondered if Don 'Q' saw the post inTell us lies,

sweet little lies where he got outed? post 4451 I believe...

Just asking thats all.
 
Can a man cry?
Can he reach inside and pull out the pain?
Is it proper to shed salty water from eyes
So happy, eyes so trustingly dry from smiles

Coldness takes a toll
But folding through this soul are files
Isles of joy, tears of happy times to come
Some bright, some dark, but all heading this way
Stay
 
and within a soul that is so tattered

the mans mind has snapped and shattered

all the pieces now have scattered

once it loved and once that mattered

oh god it is my soul that has been tattered.

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is that as depressing as i think?
oh heck now...i need a drink.
 
My crotch it really does itch

Here I'm scratching like a bitch

the hot wax I had to spurn

I swear to god I still feel that burn

I will no longer use the razor

This next time out, I will go laser.

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My dear friend Tzu
not really sure what to do

you mean discuss it just like this?
is the score a hit or miss?i
 
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