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POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

Lefty,
I resemble that bit of verse.
A bit melancholy, perhaps,
but not perverse.

Our trips down memory lane
are not something to be a bane.
But rather, lessons learned
from ankles turned
and fingers burned

Thanks for the reflection.
 
JMHOJMHOJMHO

You don't write a poem
Anymore than you write a life.
You live it
You learn it
You love it
You hate it
You birth it
You share it
You bury it.
You don't write a life
Anymore than you write a poem.
 
The man from the opposite of Right,
For Poetry metaphoric doth Fight.

The Kink of banter, ball bashing, Light
Would have us wax eloquent with all our might.

Whilst playing in the alley
We are a Sight
Yet when all's done and made a tally,
There's no such thing as a blight.
 
Samba So: A Refutatio for what ain't never and/or ever

I'm sorry but I'm not desole
No, not desole for being desolate
I'm not desole qu'I'm not du soleil
I "hurt" just fine where the sun won't shine
And
Your world a keep turning
As I stay burning
Down in the deep

I dig my clashed style
Lower my profile
Dead end friends best left split like my ends
And my Hand puts the Ha in the "Happy" in that "End"
After all, I am not my hair
I am not here there or anywhere
I ain't, because I choose to be
Because I choose
me

Well, I don't like me very much
But you'd like me less
Psh.. Do I look like the one?
The absence of evidence is evidence I'm done

I'm not desole for being desolate
I'd have you know there's not much else you'd know

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Blah, that was half assededed
 
Wennie,

It was not 1/2 assed.

The thought is there and more.

I think you want to cover to much

territory.

Take Stanza one. It is a complete

thought....expand it, reach the

conclusion.

Same with Stanza two. They are in the

same genre but too oil and water.

Do one as Samba so (day)

And one as Samba so (night)

Okay as twins, just make them

fraternal not siamese like now.

Hey, this is just my opinion. You

gave birth here not me.

Hope I'm not offending you my friend.
 
The Family Bizz

Mama pushed me toward the door
go on now my little whore

Make those bare and naked feet
Dance your ass in to the street

Be nice when you greet
The wealthy men that you meet

Make them love you be so sweet
'Cause when they pay we can eat

Had so many throw a pass
Now my face breaks a looking glass

With your penis as the root
We can rake in lots of loot

All the tricks are now a chore
And my butt is just too sore

You are now the family store
I can't open mine no more

On your feet and hit the floor
Hustle tail right out the door

Turn those tricks and surely score
You can be their favorite whore.
 
Hmmm, I ALMOST thought someone was dissing me,
Butt, I see, is just self-deprecation, golly gee.
 
You don't know the difference between

A whiz, a jazz or a BiI and a BLIZZ

or does donnie need some attention?
 
Donnie needs the eye doctor appt and stronger glasses - eyes have been off - thought there was an "l" in "Bizz"
Monday AM appt.
 
You are my bud

so I am not going to

take that where it could go.

(this time):rolleyes:
 
Sadly, This old grey not a mare needs to say good night.
I need to try for more sleep than I've been getting, see if it helps.

I REALLY wanted to stay and play, but I can't.
 
1830 = 130 = missing the finale of the Mentalist.

Oh shit.......grungy natonatamy phreak aren't you.

*wave*So night night*wave*...

reckon I'll be kindle-cised within the hour.

:zzz:Get some sleep, you could use a perk me up.:zzz:
 
Results Of Speeding

First Whipping: The Lawman

When JJ and Dean went to the feedstore
and the PO, they wore their supertight Wrangs
and supertight chaps that show off their cocks
and their ass cracks that people ogle, for
they are sexy, well built, manly and cute.
But the lawman was not at all pleased with the speed
JJ was driving. So he used his thick paddle with holes
on his ass held firm in his Wrangs - the strokes to suit
the speed he was driving. And he was teed
off with Dean who said, "JJ wasn't driving too fast."
So he paddled Dean's ass till it was red as a beet.
To teach the young cowboys he felt the need
to whip or to jail. But for cute asses to be cast
in a cell could prove to be not very sweet.

Second Whipping: Texas Cowboy

"For speeding and stretching the truth you got
forty-five strap strokes on you cute asses each.
But that needs to be doubled. So I want you to strip
and then I'm going to whip till they're hot
as lightning your cute and spankable butts
so you'll never again break a speed law
or give truth a wide berth and the law has to
say, 'It's jail time or belt.' As this strap cuts
welts on your cute butts, I know you will cry
and your cocks spurt huge streams of milk.
Now peel down your Wrangs. March to the post.
Stand on your tiptoes. And let me cord tie
your cocks together so smooth as pure silk
your chests will glisten while your cute asses roast.


For speeding
 
Interesting rhyme pattern choice, not used often here.

Isms: Part II

Aww, it's not that I'm beating you at your own game; it's just that you haven't even seen the instructional manual for mine.

Ugly clothes are good for keeping the ugly people away.

Conocer: I may know less than I know you know, but you don't know I know enough to know that there's not much more I need to know.
 
He is beating me

and see

he is beating me badly

sadly

and yet it is his game

the same.

my psychic blood he makes flow

although

it is still my heart

once part

of my ignoble soul

the goal

even using different rules

love cools

even as in my game

the same

even we won't keep score

no more.

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does this one suck chuck?
in keeping with my luck
I can still forget to duck
leave a fresh mind to fuck
just buried in the muck
as I slog through the yuck.
 
Another one of my Haikus. How is everyone ? :wave:

Flowers in the breeze
A caterpillar startles
Then continues on
 
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