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Posted: 9/25/2006 10:20:24 AM | Seeing Stars
Glitter glow gaze.
Shining sparkling stars.
Baby blue blanket.
Whisper with wonder.
Luscious lips locked.
Tittilated tongues twirl.
Undeniably utterly united. | |
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Posted: 9/25/2006 11:57:58 AM | Excuse mam
May I look under your skirt
I'm just a boy
And it won't hurt
I'll only look
If you don't mind
Thank you mam
You're awflee kind
But I can't see,
It's kinda dark
May I look closer
At that part
Wow madam!
I never knew
There's so much hair
And sure hangs long
Between that pair
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Posted: 9/26/2006 7:13:25 AM | Om - 
I prefer the smooth little mounds.
It makes it easy to do the rounds.
No hair to get stuck in your teeth.
No need to hide what's underneath.
Bruised
As the river rushes and bends out of sight,
I soak up the rays of the warm sunny light.
Black and blue butterfly literally bruised,
Wings flapping furiously, so very confused.
Beautiful creature fatally wounded somehow,
Fighting to stay alive in the here and now.
Reluctantly, I turn and slowly walk away,
Release this angel soon Lord, I pray. | |
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Posted: 9/26/2006 8:45:42 AM | Hey there girl
let's give it a whirl
shave off the curls
let passion unfurl
don't hide the slide
like some have tried
its a better ride
with that ultra glide
some have such fun
with sticky buns
drinking down
golden crowns
tickling the toes
with well you know
a slipery nose
for all of those
hot wet nights
with blankets tight
it feels so right
being out of sight.
 of
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Posted: 9/26/2006 8:56:01 AM |  Y Thorb, I dare say that you made me blush! Give me a sec to regain my composure and get back to you.  | |
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Posted: 9/26/2006 9:55:34 AM | Creative pic Thorb!
Silky soft skin,
So deep within.
Pump it hard,
In the yard.
Feel no shame,
No one to blame.
Slip -n- slide,
Tuck -n- hide.
One last scream.
Only a dream.
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Posted: 9/26/2006 10:28:22 AM | 5722
Last Days of Summer
26 September 2006
Sometimes there was sorrow,
other times there was the wind.
A moment brushing at your side,
a moment, no one else would truly feel.
While others leave an everlasting imprint,
as if that was to be engraved as to no other.
A relationship, so entangled,
it would never ever go away.
Because in such a relation,
memories were fireproof,
or so strong they do stay.
These lessons we treasure
as to trekking through our own lives.
Some perhaps of love, lost or found again.
The kind of love, never to forget,
in the smile of a face or name.
Just to walk down near the waterfront
and catch the last few days of summer.
Because then there was tomorrow,
not of the winter, but the springing
of a new beginning, one never known,
yet always with us, maybe this was love
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares
the new favourite of all thyme | |
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Posted: 9/26/2006 12:09:30 PM | Ltliving--Stopped by to read thoughts and words. Hope all is going well for you, my friend.
"Play time"
Child of nature
Child gone wild
No care at all
Thoughts not mild
The urge it hits
No concern who sees
Let's do this spoken
Down on their knees
Thoughts are suggestive
As bodies do touch
It's part of the game
That's enjoyed much
Don't be alarmed
This poem's not dirty
Twister described
By words that are flirty | |
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Posted: 9/26/2006 12:12:45 PM | Very nice JD! Had me going. You say its not dirty but I'm sorry, Naked Twister is the bomb!  | |
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Posted: 9/26/2006 12:22:54 PM | | LOL LOL --Ltliving--You know I have got to maintain my good boy image. I have never did anything like that. LOL LOL In fact, I even own the Golden Gate Bridge. | |
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Posted: 9/26/2006 12:30:43 PM | Hey Good Boy...wanna try it out? 
A little pat on top o the head,
take the good boy to my bed.
He is very nervous and shy,
he blushes as I graze his thigh.
Time to change a thing or two,
JD, sit back and enjoy a screw.
Teacher was taught and spanked,
by the good boy she was thanked.
Who you foolin Big Boy??
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Posted: 9/27/2006 12:48:56 AM | Ltliving--Absolutely a great poem. I enjoyed it. This is the best, and cleanest, poem I could think to write.
Steamy words
Messed up my mind
A good comeback
I can not find
I thought a cold shower
Would do the trick
Instead my mind
Became more sick
Ice cubes surely
Will cool me down
Will take away this smile
Put on a frown
But no such luck
More fantasies abound
About blindfolds
And shivering sounds
As ice cubes melt
The coldness excites
And hot fantasies
Become my plight
What is a man on fire
Supposed to do
Perhaps anti-viagara
Will pull me through | |
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Posted: 9/27/2006 10:03:59 AM | Ah yes, only a dream
that's what you are to me
for as long as this longing
scratches reality
I think to myself way too often
that maybe some day
then again I play
with dark imagry inside my coffin
Light will only bring back those thoughts
of you and me getting way too hot
feeling the sweat all over two bods
as wet soft flesh calms hard steel rod
Good thing you live way far away
I'd be rushing over for some
even knowing that drum will not beat for me
I'd just be hangin round the old pear tree
Trying to find a sweet juicey peach
not realizing the lesson your trying to teach
is patience and virtue for gentlemen
instead a jumpin that band wagon again. | |
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Posted: 9/27/2006 10:20:51 AM | Go ahead and beat that drum,
beat it hard and get you some!
Patience and virtue are the key,
to finding your personal ecstasy.
Dreams are refreshing to the soul,
follow the rabbit down the black hole.
Get lost in your amazing imagination,
open your eyes to a brand new creation. | |
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Posted: 9/27/2006 10:50:02 AM | Chasing rabbits
Chasing dreams
Enjoy the pleasure
And the screams
Nighttime visions
Seems to real
Warp your mind
Enjoy the thrill
It’s a dream
Use your mind
Whatever excites
Try it next time
Whatever the act
That brings you pleasure
Enjoy the moment
And save for treasure | |
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Posted: 9/27/2006 11:02:49 AM | Open your eyes to a brand new creation!
Lord knows we all need
to see again. Let the Mountains
of Righteousness speed
their waters down on us.
Refresh us! Make us new!
Make us as the morning dew
that nourishes the grass
for we are tired of our broken-hearts,
our need for love and we would learn
to give again! To give without
the need of return.
Refresh us! Make us new! | |
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Posted: 9/28/2006 6:21:22 AM | 5724
“I Love You” to Say
28 September 2006
Never fear, the day I love you
this Almighty day so to proclaim
Never fear, what fear can be
my love for you, in “I love you” to say
For you are sweet in emerald eyes
beauty in diamond shaped stars in your hair
You are heaven and beyond, a universe
this passion, two lovers can share
You are more than a woman
you are grace combined as one
Such a picturesque endeavour
such an enlightened soul into none
When you were born, there was one plan
a plan in salvation itself. To begin love
and know love was there some day
Never fear, never walk way, just know,
fear was to you in “I love you” to say
“for Careyann, with amour”
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 9/28/2006 7:00:43 AM | JD - Great write. You made me think of this quote. (Not sure who said it but I do like it!) "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."
Aloysha - Awesome! It brought to mind a song from church..."though the mountains may fall and the hills turn to dust, yet the love of the Lord will stand."
Poet - Very nice. It seems as if your heart is overflowing with adoration right now!
note - I decided to quit smoking once again. This time, I just went cold turkey. That way I cannot blame it on something. "The patch doesn't work." Blah Blah Blah. It's all just an excuse. So, this time if I fail, I have nothing to blame except for me! I am working on my 6th day today and it's been complete hell. I feel as if I am losing my mind but it DOES seem to be getting a little better each day. Some things that have been helping me - walking, snacking on fruits and veggies, talking with someone who cares, chewing gum, and having a boyfriend who has been truly supportive. This is an addiction that I would wish on no one!
Armed
My frazzled nerves were soothed,
with the strength that you shared.
All of the bumpity bumps smoothed,
because you showed that you cared.
My confidence has been boosted,
because you truly believe in me.
Armed with encouragement roosted,
still fighting to remain nicotine free. | |
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Posted: 9/28/2006 10:32:23 AM | "Good wishes to a good friend"
Some don’t see
It’s all in fun
We all have lives
When it’s all done
Words of jest
To bring a smile
To bring some joy
Make life worthwhile
I’m really crazy
The things I say
I mean no harm
I’m here to play
Am I serious
Some do ask
But laughter
I love to bask
We both know
It’s just lines
A friend to write
Words from mind
Words from heart
Good wishes and such
A goodwill message
With respect that’s much
I hope addiction
Is being defeated
And the control it has
Will be depleted
As always
I wish you well
And send much hope
To break addictive spells
My wishes are the same
As they’ve always been
The same tomorrow
As when they did begin
Good luck to you
And all of yours
Bust through the
Binding doors
Stay strong
Be strong for your friends
Keep on believing
Victory will occur in the end | |
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Posted: 9/28/2006 10:46:03 AM | Writing is theraputic,
but what is wrong,
why are we sick?
Confront the fears,
and learn from them,
assault the emotions;
your growth from their stem.
The only way to clot
is to continue to bleed.
So it seems to hurt
is exactly what we need.
But what if the lesson
goes unlearned?
Hedonistic in our sorrow
and anguish and hope
wrap it around the neck
and happily swing swing swing...
Writing is theraputic...
but does anyone learn anything?
I often find myself writing less.
Though years ago, writing was the ale
to drown my distress.
I often wonder why I can't
write so artful anymore
but if writing
leads to the rite
per se
then I suppose my therapy
is almost over.
Until it is time for me to learn something new.
And perhaps share with you my view.
I like to learn every day.
I'll see you tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 9/28/2006 11:10:04 AM | Writing is therapy.
Re-writing is being your own therapist
and older brother or sister
and friend. | |
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Posted: 9/28/2006 12:12:07 PM | JD - Thanks so much for your support dear one. And, who really cares what others think, huh?
Def - Welcome to my little haven! And thanks for sharing your awesome words. Look forward to seeing more tomorrow.
Aloysha - Always good to see you. | |
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Posted: 9/28/2006 12:38:23 PM | Just a comment, sorry, no poem today!
This is a nice thread, and yes I do agree that writing is good
therapy! Let's keep it going! | |
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