POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[Lefty]

the blood from my very heart
it drips
from crimson lips

I know not where i can start
im sick
cut to the quick

its come time for us to part
good bye
no one last cry

will it be life when I start
I grieve
my soul doth reave

and this the hardest part
I rot
a partner not


the beat of my lonely heart
is slow
and now I'll go

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comments welcome always.
good or bad appreciated.

 

[swerve]

A New DADT

Grab your saddle
Get ready to ride
The trail is rough
And nowhere to hide.

Fiddle faddle
put the law aside
not good enough
you can not abide

Hes not cattle
a different bride
a prick and stuff
and your momma cried

We must paddle
even when we've lied
lifes been so tough
honest to god I've tried

Now skeedaddle
Its time for the ride
I've bled enough
and no where to hide

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didn't go or flow the way it started...maybe try later

I really like this poem...

POSSIBLY I read it completely different than what the author intended...

But that's what great poetry is all about!!!

Thanks Lefty!!!

 

[Lefty]

Actually swerve, thank you....twice....

once for the post and once more

for sharing your thoughts on my little poime.

 

[DonQuixote]

Leftykins, my dear chum,
'tis the season NOT to be glum.

We love your wit and your fun,
and maybe even, checking out dem bun(s).

We all have places to go
and loved ones to see,
and festivities around the tree.

But, we all come back
when we can,
to have a whack
at the humour, dead pan!

 

[Lefty]

Somebody notify security

Awaken psychcolycus up

we have an identity theft and intrusion in progress...

There a dubious donnie prowling the premises

pretending to be The Don "Q"....extreme caution is

advised, may be armed and dangerous. Could even be

accompanied by a vicious SHIT ZOO...

Careful gentle souls..be careful.

 

[DonQuixote]

Har de Har Har,
LeftyCuss, my dear chum,
'tis I, 'tis true,
Just for you.

I still have all those posts to read,
and try to respond in faith, I plead.

I know I've been away from this thread of verse,
it's become most trying, more than terse.

Me hope's to put aright that wrong,
and once, again, join the throng.

 

[Lefty]

^
you sir preach to the choir

your story is not dire

Before the stories go higher

and you wear the brand of liar

will you have read before I retire

or I just drop dead and expire?

 

[DonQuixote]

Leftykins,

you sir preach to the choir
your story is not dire
Before the stories go higher
and you wear the brand of liar
will you have read before I retire
or I just drop dead and expire?

Since thou has retired these several years,
'twould be most difficult, me fears.
for me to have read afore that height,
which leaves only, alas, a plight.

But, if thy mayhaps mean "for the night",
Nay, good sir, 'twill be past first light.
for much have I to read and post,
and also do things 'round the house, as most
also find in their hum drum lives
need to make some order of their "hives".

 

[Lefty]

at risk for it sounding of dissing

might retire from the word smithing

the impetus is waning.

the effort is quite draining

the thrill it seems is missing

without an audience for hissing.

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty, my bud, the audience ebbs and flows.
Don't let a temporary reduction if numbers
cause you any woes.

And, as for my own self-same retreat,
it's just a question of hours and minutes in my
non-workaday beat.

Having some other pastimes is neat,
and, sometimes, is no mean feat.

So, by all means, see the light of the day,
but, please, oh bud, do not permanently stray.

 

[Quality Street]

A time of merriment and joy,
A time when we are blessed,
A time for us to smile,
So why am I depressed?

I got all that I wanted,
And had a fun-filled day,
But now all I'm thinking is,
It's another year away.

 

[DonQuixote]

Dear "Rodeo Drive"
Mayhaps because it's perfection
for which we all strive.

The anticipation is so great,
that when it's over,
we do hate
the rush is done,
we've stopped the adrenalin climb,
the battle's won,
but our bodies are jonesing,
for the next "bit of fun".

 

[Lefty]

Street walker, I hope you catch this wave
lifes a beach.....if you have the sand
(yes, that has more than one meaning)


Put Christmas in your heart
Every morning when you start

Make it part of what you say
Each and every single day

Its the gift only you can give
Long after you cease to live

When of this earth
You've had your fill

Leave them with sweet memory
Of what a man you proved to be.

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You score 'til it really hurts,, then some more

A serious Lefty

 

[DonQuixote]

Very nice,
Lefty, kith and kin o'
Rabbie the Burns.

 

[Lefty]

Thx donnie...that was a bit directed...but glad someone else got it.

Now laddie...what about the shit me and them boys has stirred up?

lose your blue pencil up your bum again?


lol

 

[DonQuixote]

What was the blue pencil shit all about?

Back from dinner: $5 build your own burger and fries night at the local pub - everyone and their brother decided not to cook tonight.
4 pints later . . .
And I can still type, coherently, lol.

 

[Lefty]

Your Whore...No More

I'm not gonna be your dirty whore
get out now
just hit the door

i lay here bloody and on the floor
yet somehow
I wanted more

The moon is gone night this is today
it hurts now
Nothing to say

You have to leave and to god i pray
get out now
Can't let you stay
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[DonQuixote]

Leftykins,

Who's asked you to be
a slovenly slut?

Certainly not me,
I love your butt.

Tender caresses
soothing stripes
balm for the wounds
inflicted by pipes.

Tell me, my friend,
who, your body did bend,

your flesh tear,
leaving you bloodied
and sullied
and saddened by life.

Let me come and
help relieve the strife,
bind the wound,
pull out the knife.

 

[Lefty]

Damnation Donnie,

That was well done...

 

[Lefty]

Just toss it aside
Its in the way

i cannot abide
To let it stay

You asked for my thought
what I held dear

And that's what you got
Not much I fear

You voiced out some sounds
But in your way

Your thoughts made the rounds
don't wanna play