POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[DonQuixote]

Freefall,
You're making my mind work! lol
Very intriguing verse.
I see your location, and I think that helps add perspective for me.

Haunting and beautiful.
Thanks for sharing.


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Jackmanor,
Welcome to you, too!
A short verse, but one full of trepidation and anticipation, and . . . ?!
All verse is readily welcomed.
The variety we are eliciting is great!
Thanks for sharing.

 

[Lefty]

We sealed the urn so tight today

With many of the friends

And their bleeding need to pray.

The photo on the altar piece

Memories without ends

And his smile that will not cease

Some one finally got up to say

Love of him to make amends

Can keep him ours for every day.
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6 a.m. and the shower is done

Look in the mirror oh what fun

Blue eyes bleary rimmed in red

Furrowed forehead looking dead

Razor blade and cream on the brush

Lather the face and now its a rush

No time here for the tea or toast

Theres that bus I hate the most

Get to the office Grab a bite

Gear it up for the inhouse fight

Bitter they are and what they say

Guaranteed to ruin my day

Now its five and wave bye to here

Hurry home for a nice cold beer.

House is empty and so is the box

Beer ain't cheap the price it shocks

Now I'm home and just my luck

Still no one here I can fuck.
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a little serious, a little fun
whatcha think?
ok guys, not as poetic and symbolic as some of the
talent above..(damn them Bas$#%#s they are good)

 

[DonQuixote]

Ah, Lefty, my dear dear man,
Yes, our new recruits are fare-thee-well talented.
They have brought us some of their finest fare.
Brought up from the Archives marked "Special Reserve".
The weight of their words is marked "Tare".

While You, Tzu and I banter in verse,
Some of it poignant,
Some, well, maybe worse.
But full of life and love and all else, too,
our poetry is like Noah's Zoo.

A little from here,
and a smidgen from there.
Some from the Heart whose string has been plucked,
Some from the Ass, ripely fucked,
Tears from the eyes as we bid sweet adieu
to someone dear to me, he, or you.

Banter and Chest beating,
Cock swaying, Brass;
Some tre's elegante,
Some quite crass.

But all from the soul and the heart
even an occasional fart.
Not all for merriment,
but, for all the world to see.

That's what we bring,
You, me and he.

And with this verse I must lament
'tis time for me to be off
and visit my tent.
For morn' comes to quick
and in the bat of an eye's flick
will be time for li'l ol' me
to in the shower be.

Adieu, mes ami, adieu.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

This is an ode to getting drunk and making an ass of oneself, but don't be frightened, i'ma quit drinking on new years eve.

**cracks knuckles**

have a drink on me

i can't imagine what i'm doing here
i really think we should've gone to bed tonight
but just one drink
and there's some people to meet
i think that you'll like them
i have to say i do
here they come dude
this is lefty and that's dq
try not to be rude
i know you're tired but i promise
in less than an hour we'll be home sweet home
now why don't i get you another
while you just say hello

so i'm clutching again
another glass in my hand
until my head starts to spin
standing up quickly i sigh
way too close and too wide
and the smiles are too bright
and i breathe in too deep
and my head's getting light
but the air is so cheap
i get top heavy and sway
like some part in a play
these hands on all my shoulders don't have any names
and they don't know their lines
and they don't go away

falling into strangers
and it's only just twelve
and i stare like a child
until someone slips me himself
and i take it on my knees
just like a thousand times before
and i get transfixed on this transvestitey whore
i think i knew him horatio
maybe i thought alas poor
i see where his stocking is tore
buzzed in the moment
my eyes catch the floor

i close out my stare
i start into laugh
like swimming in rain
and i've got rum on my pants
i've got flies on my brain
unbuttoned cum on my shirt
that might leave a stain

i think wearing my jacket
that i run to go fetch
to the first sudden retch
gets me gagging for more
and i stagger over puking
on my way to the floor
and i'm back on my front
with the rug and that taste coming out in my throat
as one arm makes it inside my coat
the color of the music keeps drowning me out
and my head swells up like a cock
while i lay like a rock

and i can't seem to think
where this is i be
words twist and jam
who is it i am
why would i keep all this up
the pouring it out
the shoving it down
and the way the semen dots stain my shirt
that's how i feel inside

i can't take it anymore
this it i've become
this is it like i get
when my life's going numb
is it right that i hate me?
that's how i fell inside...

 

[DonQuixote]

My dear little mouse,
Do you think Lefty or me a Louse,
That we'd let you be treated such
while in our company,
so far from your house?

For, while it's true,
that, for YOU,
our teats full of cream
we'd let you suck,

And, like a sire to a bitch
your bud of rose we would fuck,

Butt, we'd not allow,
anyone to treat you a sow,
or let some scum bum
either orifice of yours plow
as though you were the loser of the row,
bashed with a bough.

It would matter not
How much booze
with which you'd been got,
For, if you managed to become sot,
with us, you'd be able to cast your lot.
We'd funnel into you, coffee, hot.

And, friends through thick and thin,
we'd hold your head o'er that cool porcelain,
the white god of Puke,
with no rebuke,
Just that cool pot
to toss your cookies
and reduce your hot.

And, together we'd lift your sorry ass,
beyond the doorway and down the pass,
to our transport awaiting, filled with hay,
to take you safely home,
away from the fray.

And, once there, we'd unhitch,
the steed, gentle mannered, step kind,
and let your mamma take a Hickory Switch to your Hind!

But, once she'd whipped the "Tar out of You",
and taught you a lesson you'd learn not to rue,
We'd apply our ministrations to your ass, raw and red,
Bag Balm after licking, and off to bed.

And cum the morn, all fresh with the dawn,
internally, we'd apply, some of our fresh spawn.

 

[Lefty]

Who was a really dumb bitch

That wouldn't try to fight the nasty itch

Had to run drink and slut with a bad pack

Just to stagger around blind to see what we lack.

Now the poor baby is like an all over hurty

Don't even come close to looking so purty.

Lucky his friends are willing to forgive.

Here once more, I guess we just let him live.

Now that hes home and had his big fall..

give him a kiss and 2 tylenol.

 

[DonQuixote]

ribbhava,
I feel a LOT of anger in your work.
It's Powerful, strong, don't get me wrong.

Thanks for joining us and contributing.

 

[Lefty]

Whoa,

I don't think I want this guy ^^

calling me by any terms of endearment....

He (and I don't mean this in a slam) is rather

rough trade......offering definitely warrants reading

more than once for consideration.

Welcome to the hidey-hole......its our semi-secret okay?

 

[freefall]

Rib, you're one angry man Makes me remember an old poem I made about anger and vengeance.

I'll post it later.

 

[Zzzzzz]

that's behind of my talents.
actually it's even hard for me to speak my mind. i mean seriously, it takes too much effort for others to get me once i talk about some serious stuff

 

[Lefty]

my cum pillow is soaked
and
the chickens have all been choked
the very best of the weed
while
that has done been smoked

the balls have been drained dry
and
the guys all heard my big lie
I said I' don't do bi
while
you couldn't even try.

i shot that last sticky squirt
and
it covered most of your shirt
you said dirty whore flirt
while
now I lay here and hurt
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sensitive...angst ridden....hallmark moment

nah...just me fucking around
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[DonQuixote]

What's this?
Lefty O'Foole,
Playing with his Tool?

And whacked out on weed
while he spilled his seed.

Was your cum pillow tweed?
Was if before or after you'd pee'd?
Did you mix it with your mead?

Or should we dread,
what you did with the fruit of your head?

And what's this no Bi- Claim,
from our man curious of fame?

And 'twas no tear that did lurk,
when your chicken you did jerk.

No, twas white golden cream
that from your loins did stream
in a frothy steam
that your balls it left clean.

Would you think me a lewd dude,
or quite possibly rude?
Or a Sick Prick
if I asked to see
the pic of your dick
all oozing with glee
that shiny substance for me?

 

[Lefty]

Because they are only words and talk

And words can't do the deathshead walk

No artery or vein can they slit

Bones will not shake or break

Brains will not hurt or spurt

Hearts cannot just pop and go stop

souls cannot bleed or ache with a need

Because they are only words and talk

And words can't do the deathshead walk

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fun yes?
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My lady friend says

If guys didn't have testicles

they'd have no place for their brains

between erections.

Pissed me off and I so I asked her

where girls put theirs. She just smiled

and said girls store theirs in chests until

the quys can't come up with anything.

I don't think she had an answer.
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I used to tease my big sister about how when god handed out

the sports equipment, girls got cheated. She laughed and said

Honey, when you've got the right sports bag you can get all the

bats and balls you want.....10 yrs later... damn, she was right.
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I think i will never pee
Up against another tree

A tree with poison oak thats pressed
To my penis now undressed

A tree that laughs at me this day
Whilst my urine I do spray

A tree made me miss my underwear
And sweat about boils in crotch hair

Poems are made by fools like me
But damn I itch when now I pee.

 

[DonQuixote]

Thought provoking,
Wickedly succinct
And, just plain Ouch!

I'm off, I'm off
Back at you later, gator.

 

[Lefty]

Poimes?
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the very granules on the beach

have some lessons they can teach.

how time and tide will always flow

that all of man will come and go.

and in the end for what its worth

just more grit on this earth
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its a bad day for the poetry thread

suck it up auto and co
you can't kick me
I don't gotta go

Its today and the poetry is dead

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Seven and seven...rum and coke
Oh shit oh dear we outta beer
just relax no need to fear
Take this now and have a toke.

My god man .....now I'm feeling bold
Time to do a chicken race
You start now, I'll give chase
I can't stop ....now I'm feeling cold
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I keep time in a bottle
and I keep the bottle out of my reach
I keep need on low throttle
and I keep the throttle only to teach

I keep worlds at my beyance
and I keep the beyance to its own cart
I keep love in an off chance
and I keep the off chance out of my heart

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okay, I'll spare you anymore for the moment

 

[greyhorse]

A Penis:

I wish I was a penis
Big and thick and long
A nice big juicy head
Ripe and lush and red
Being licked over all along
Drooling from stimulation
Lapped up by body gods
My veins stand out in splendour
My hood so soft and long
My firmness to its max
My glans stands out proud and strong
My juices rising up to exit from my hole
Washing all over me
In luscious strands and long
Running down my sides
Its sweetness nev’re compared
Its slickness so enticing
And sensualising this schlong
Oh the stimulation
Oh the power within
Oh the pleasure of it all
That it is has and gives
Take hold of me and rub
The length right up and down
Make me fully awake
Topped by straining crown
Seek out what I have to give
Work it out of me
Let my joy be yours as well
For this do I live
Take my outflow splendid
Shooting from my head
Gorge yourself and relish
All that it inspires
Delicious sight
Delicious feelings
Delicious giver of life
Life in all its fullness
Are these feelings, thoughts and sights
Oh wondrous thing I am
For your all delights
I am here for your pleasure
None more will you find
Than what I give so freely
And what you take in kind.

Hmmmm so good!

 

[DonQuixote]

Greyhorse:
Your Ode to the Penis was a wonderfully erotic and inviting read.
Thanks for stopping by and joining in our Poetic fun.
Don't be a stranger.

 

[freefall]

A bit of the fun side from me (no cocks or cums in it though...)

Gate of Wine (inspired by the Flamenco/Tango/whatever Latin dances )

Put on the red shoes!
Dress on the flared costumes!
Play the music now, the exotic rhythm
Follow the guide and feel the theme
Instructing limbs
Motions alive this moment the flame burning
Pass the heat within
Step by step on the crazed wooden patio

Move along the melody dive
Smell the potion of life
In this cradle of hive

Hips lighting the nights
Inviting blights
Aroma of felicity along the gravy lights
And frivolous fights
Forget the sorrow
Tumbling glad times slow
Enjoy the lively show!

Stomp forcefully!
Spin powerfully!
Break all the sullen
Attract all eyes open
So are the fallen

Honey-like words
As from other worlds
Twine under the dine
With the blessing of wine
Said the desire draws the line
Let the beat infuse deep
And not a single soul asleep
Beside the bonfire sparks
Reflected from tan skin marks

Feast, eat, drink, and glide
Be satisfied
And be clarified
Please yourself within this gate
Throw away all your hate
Find a talk mate
This night will be the top celebration
Correction:
Sophistication

The guitars plucking essence
Of the maracas’ presence
So dance!

 

[Lefty]

freefall

I had to go through this a couple of times.

You take some interesting twists with your english.

at first I thought it might be a language thing

after a little thought..I realised that the fluidity of the

language can like familiarity breed contempt....or in simple terms,

words are fluid and have multiple meanings but more importantly

multiple textures.....thanks.....well done.

That was poorly expressed..sorry..... maybe this is better.

Red is red and read is read but better a read reader than a red one.

 

[DonQuixote]

Freefall,
I read your title, and tried to put my mind in the frame of reference of a night, many many years ago, when I was in Spain, at a Nightclub, watching a Flamenco dancer, coupled with the Latin parts of Dancing with the Stars.

I still have to re-read your poem when I'm fresher, but I feel the frenetic energy and the disconnects. The pounding pulse of the beat.