| LATE..8..EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/1/2007 6:47:34 PM | Only when words are in play
Can I think of something to say.
Sometimes they're intense
or make no sense
Yet each word is it's own
As I write another poem
and hope that this time
I wrote another rhyme.
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| LATE..8..EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/1/2007 6:53:51 PM | I wrote another ryhme,
Cause I am feeling oh so fine....
My words,,,,,make sense,,,,
this is my defense,,,,
So when they dont....just flash,,,
you can be sure,,,,,,I am having a blast...
I will maybe be back tommorrow.
ALL depends,,,,,on the sorrow... | |
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| LATE..8..EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/1/2007 7:00:44 PM | All depends on the sorrow
of another rainy day
whether I am home
and can come out to play.
If the sun is shining
you can be certain
I will be outside dancing
under the rainbow curtain. | |
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| LATE..8..EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/1/2007 9:06:26 PM | under the rainbow curtain.
lurks a carefully colored shade
iridescence to be certain
shimmering in the summers haze
is that what you mean by direct
straight to the point ,no interrupt ?
what if that's just my point
and even real is all made up | |
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| CREE ATE..8..EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/1/2007 10:39:12 PM | and even real is all made up
well of course it is you silly pup
that’s the point of it
you get to make it fit
for all you see in colours fine
started out in someone’s mind
until the dare to manifest
nothing happens, just a test. | |
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| CREE ATE..8..EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/1/2007 11:03:32 PM | Nothing happens, just a test
to see if your the one I love best.
Give me some sugar, let me taste those lips
Your sweet nectar won't go to my hips.
Your so delicious, so tantalizing and yummy
I can feel the butterflies dancin' in my tummy.
Your such an addiction I can't get enough
Passions arising, gentle and tough. | |
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| CREE ATE..8..EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/2/2007 10:40:50 AM | Passions arising, gentle and tough
never will you hear I've had enough
take me to the moon and the stars
even backseats of cars
rest my head on a blanket under the sky
oh sweet baby make me sigh
show me what you have to give
be my lover as long as we live | |
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| CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 1:00:33 PM | be my lover as long as we live
forget there's nothing to forgive
kiss my fingers and make me love you
dream its a dream for only us two
as for the blanket I'll go bare
without adornments just my spiky hair
you wrapped in rapture
wishing we were already there | |
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| CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 2:23:32 PM | Wishing we were already there
watching you play with my cascading hair
music playing that leads to a seductive dance
my fingers in your hair, which leads to your pants
buttons shall pop , zippers shall descend
sweet bliss, let it not end
the scent of your body sets me on fire
tonight you will fill my desire | |
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| CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 3:01:19 PM | tonight you will fill my desire
to the point just beyond the wire
you will rule my emotions
and be consoled by my utmost devotion
but be aware my wicked one
more than words move this tongue
I have other plans ,admit I must
to drown you in a sea of lust | |
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| CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 3:24:41 PM | To drown you in a sea of lust
first I must prepair
and take that tiny magic pill
that'll take the curl right out your hair
My reputation stood strong and firm
when I was a younger man
Now thanks to modern chemistry
I know that it still can
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| CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 4:29:25 PM | I know that it still can
for it grows when in your hand
the desire you bring shall take me to places
where I shall see no faces
only light, passion, and fire
I will become lost by my own desire
the feeling takes me to a all time high
no time for me to ask why | |
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| CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 5:01:17 PM | no time for me to ask why
we spread these countervailing lies
tripping daisies with rose colored thorns
superimposing our faces on the stars of porn
to disguise ourselves with dreams of the great
performers and deviants pretending a grace in state
when they all really know its just a survival game
because way down deep inside we are all the same | |
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| CO-CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 5:17:30 PM | because way down deep inside we are all the same
We breathe the same air no matter the name
You call yourself by this lifetime alone
And we all will find our way back home
Regardless of our belief in who we think we are
We might all return to some distant star
So while we’re here, lets have some fun
Ready or not, here I come. | |
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| CO-CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 5:31:59 PM | Ready or not, here I come
I have the strength, shall I share some
No need to do it alone, take my hand
together we shall conquer this land
with destruction all around
we cover this beast filled ground
our eyes in search of a place for cover
my eyes slowly hover | |
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| CO-CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 7:12:08 PM | my eyes slowly hover the horizon
taking their time to scan
the perfect outcropping for bison
to be hunted by the greed of the man
I noticed the placement lay perfectly
In the rise of the new sun that morn
As I rode off towards my destany
My two horned friend I forewarn | |
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| CO-CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 7:22:03 PM | My two horned friend I forewarn
If I should strike your flesh shall be torn
Sharp are my weapons upon my head
many have tried and they were left for dead
Try as you will to put up a fight
I'll crush you with all of my might
A fight to the death is how it shall be
tell me mister , will you mess with me | |
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| CO-CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 7:46:12 PM | tell me mister , will you mess with me?
I’ve pots of every colour they come
Plenty of empty wall space lies free
Vacantly waiting to become
Their fullest potential of expression
With brush stokes of genius true
If you would honour my intention
To paint all my landscapes with you. | |
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| CO-CREATE..GREAT..EIGHT LINE STANZAS ONLY 8
Posted: 2/2/2007 8:56:38 PM | ^^^^^^^^may I say "ravincause" that I absolutely love your poetry and style, makes me feel mediocre coming behind it, but I am just a novice learning the ropes from the greats! Peace
To paint all my landscapes with you
as we sit beneath the golden oak tree
under such beautiful skies of blue
Watching the birds in flight
passing through
a star gazing night
To watch your brush with it's majestic strokes
sets my sights off of all other blokes | |
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| RECREATE PAINT EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/2/2007 9:04:14 PM | sets my sights off of all other blokes
for those of you who get the joke
its either me and her and no other
I only hug boys if they be my brother
you might think its being funny
to lick my ear and call me honey
but mind your thoughts or board the bus
to ME .SHE will always be the other one of us
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| RECREATE PAINT EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/2/2007 9:31:02 PM | to ME .SHE will always be the other one of us
nice to read your voice, hey Lyric! What’s the fuss?
And hey wicked that was so sweet,…. but decidedly untrue.
Some of the very nicest writes I’ve seen have come from you.
We all inspire where we desire and see ourselves to be
And all join hands to raise the fans of POF poetry
Having fun inspiring each others muse tonight
Must be silver slipstream rhythms drumming the moonlight | |
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| RECREATE PAINT EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/2/2007 9:49:11 PM | silver slipstream rhythms drumming the moonlight
or just a one out a million stars putting up a fight
it don't matter ,I gots no problems my friend I miss you
I just stutter ,I mean no one no harm to mend or kiss better
I like these people they have lives of their own
they don't think the whole world rests in their home
they see that others just share an articular instance
not an all out attack between every line of a post ,however distance | |
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| RECREATE PAINT EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/2/2007 10:15:41 PM | not an all out attack between every line of a post ,however distance
I must start with this line at Mr. Lyric’s insistence.
I wonder if he’s truly firing on all pistons
What kind of words will rhyme well with distance?
But he makes it fun here our Dear Host because
He so graciously tidies up if anyone does
Break the simple rules about eight rhymes this time
He herds us right back if we step out of line | |
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| RECREATE PAINT EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/2/2007 10:30:04 PM | he herds us right back if we step out of line
enticing us, perhaps, with the lure of fine wine
equally, tho’, the cadence of the rhyme scheme
sends us off, each to one’s own dream
there, to resolve our worries of the day to day
whether we recall upon awakening, who can say
things work themselves out, this much is true
whether you will or you won’t, they always do | |
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| RECREATE PAINT EIGHT LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/3/2007 12:10:15 AM | whether you will or you won’t, they always do
they don't let the words swallow up their shoes
oh no not these high stepping phrase fanatics
they taste that line then dig in and attack it
its fun to run at the gums with silly little puns
misspoke anecdotes about a blokes choked throat
and you do too I see through to the real true
you can't fool me with your quotes from Neseemoo | |
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