POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[DonQuixote]

Zeal, and eagerness to get all of the words flowing in your mind onto the e-page before they disappeared.

You're a prolific writer.

 

[Lefty]

I lay there
naked

no more than
naked

stripped to nerves
sinew

quivered mass
sinew

destroyed faith
helpless

shattered trust
helpless

embers smoke
choking

tendrils curl
choking

holocaust
now end

What was once
now end

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty,
Very Heavy.
I think we all need more Sunshine and Vitamin D.
To reduce our levels of anxiety.

And to gain much needed rest,
So we can play when at our best.

 

[Lefty]

appreciate your humour there donnie.

it isn't sleep or sunshine or vitamins,

I'm trying to awaken peples dead emotions.

my brain won't let me hold still for pages...

I have to work with what little I've got

and hope it's enough.

 

[DonQuixote]

There are more than one in each dialogue,
One might be a princess,
The other, a frog,
Hopping around in a fog.

 

[Lefty]

and though i'm missed

but seldom kissed

I keep my thoughts

like apricots

in a tree

safe with me.

 

[DonQuixote]

Just don't toast the pits,
or beyond the shits,
they will kick your hide
as they spew cyanide.

 

[Lefty]

If I should do the gas
well.......... it is my ass
and what comes to pass
can be said at mass

 

[DonQuixote]

But we won't know when to cry
only just to say "bye-bye"
When you no longer come on nigh.

And we don't want your tail to fail
as though 'twere crushed
'neath the rail.

So, as far as finding the Ultimate Ride,
Stay away from Cyanide.
Else, we'll have to set "D"
After Ye.

 

[Lefty]

Whilst your view I don't deride
I've been told I am too snide

And when I come out to play
You're too rough some people say

And as for wit
I'm so full of shit

Many say that I am dumb
Treat me like I must be numb

I'll put away this silly whine
That doesn't mean that all is fine.

And so I wonder why I stay
It just gets worse with every day.

---------------

in case I miss..night night..

 

[DonQuixote]

We all have days of good or naught,
and when we're tired, o'erworked, we do get wraught,
And then there's those hot buttons hid,
from real life's bull shit , I do bid.

So, aye, there's times I must admit,
You've popped my cork, just a bit.

It's not the jest that I mind,
It's a sometimes too resolute bind
that cuts too quick and brooks no shift
that tears me down, instead of lift.

 

[Lefty]

...okay...

 

[DonQuixote]

Don't fret your heart,
or dare depart,
I lead my horse,
Sancho pulls the cart,

And on a fresh day
we give each a new start.

Alas, I must now bid adieu
from fencing words
and playing with you.
My eyes grow burry,
not the least, a bit furry.
So, soon, I fear,
I must scurry,
and rest my eyes
in my bed from Surrey.

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Sorry, internet problems.

Welcome back... to back: A math for meh

[They] say that 13 out of 100 people care enough to be glad [you]'re gone
[They] say that 7 out of 100 people are nice enough to pretend they missed [you]
[They] say that 5 out of 100 people are inconvenienced by [you]r missing carcus
[They] say that 6 out of 100 people are waiting on a 3rd trip of the same as the 1st
[They] say that 1 out of 100 people might care enough to be glad [you]'re back

[They] say that 69 out of 100 people couldn't be bothered with your ugly ass anyways.

When considering these /odds/ integral to the metaphysical condition of (non)-existence, it's best to not carry the 1 and hope it makes you /even/.
/Even/ for all those 99 times there was never the 1 to carry
/Even/ for all those 99 times there is never the 1 to carry
/Even/ for all those 99 times there will never be the 1 to carry
I'm not gambling on the 1 that could get away, come to find it's the one that stays.
Why bet when I'm the one who has gotten more ways than days. I got a-right-way, a-wrong-way, a-long-way, a-short-way, a-hard-way, and an-easy-way if you wanna go an'-change it up.
I'm not losing anymore winning on some one who thinks they're 1 to make me feel like the ONE.
Yeah, you could be the 1, but chances are you are only one of 5,6,7,13,or69
I can't plan for you, so I guess you'd be the odd 1 out. I hear there are openings for one in 7 though. Try those odds, you'll find your way from there. Sorry, don't know what else to say, no really.
I came to come see about me, and that's likely the 1-thing there was for me.

Don't need luck when you've got the odds of this oddity.
I'll be taking my winnings in a-ways with me.
For now... Welcome back to black... to back
-Back

 

[Lefty]

glad you're back
theres been a lack
wont cut you slack
you gave us the sack
now you fill that lack
so...welcome back

 

[NineOfClubs]

Rarely get here

Not that it's queer.

Just usually chose

To converse in prose.

 

[DonQuixote]

Hey, Wenchie, good to hear from you
now that you've finally come out of the Loo . . .

Before you've another Mother Nature's Call,
I'm stopping by with a Hi from Freefall.

Everythings fine,
Everythings cool,
He's doing well, sequestered at school.

I had a nice session with him on IM
He sends his regards to one and All.
Yes, all the best from our bud Freefall.

 

[Whipped]

For Boi: A Sonnet

SUCCESS

In Wrangs and chaps that fit as tight as skin
he sends arriving cattle from the vans
into the chutes where they stay until sold.
A lean and handsome man, he has to spin
and leap and sometimes somersault to keep
the cattle moving - and not let even one
disturb the flow. And if he did, he'd be
bullwhipped then and given welts so deep
his muscled back and cute, tight, sexy ass
would sting for days and he'd be bawled out
before the men with whom he works each day.
But he has managed to see the days pass
and not be whipped. And there is not a doubt
he's learned how to bring his skills into play.

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Hey.

Tell Freefall I say hi back. And also I can't stand Tony Childs or Maya Wilkes.

 

[DonQuixote]

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