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Posted: 3/6/2008 12:33:41 PM | | .....as long as its from your heart AND as long as u use one line (any line) from the poem before you......lymricks (how the heck do u spell that), sonnets, free verse.....feelings of rage, confusion, love, loss of love, world issues, fantasies, truth, lies.......bring it......I love to watch the inspiration that flows in the "last line" forums, thus the reasoning behind making you keep at least one line from the poem before yours.......energy all over the place.......As one who suffered from writers block, all but one poem anywayz, for the last few years......this "feeding frenzy" of ideas and inspiration has been an inspiration in itself.....so...come on in...put your feet up....make yourself at home....the only requirement: an open mind..... | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 12:38:03 PM | soo to start it off.....i'm posting an old one....randomly picked...
There are questions behind those eyes
That stop me where i stand:
To the see the mistrust that I have fealt
Coming from the other hand.
Hands that are strong
That fit the curve of my waist
In the same perfect way
that your style fits my taste
The darkest life-filled eyes
that search their way through mine
And a smile that fits the more
content, and knowing parts of my mind.
-Ash | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 12:46:21 PM | The darkest life-filled eyes
Often can bring a sweet surprise
One thats lost and loved before
left upon loves dirty door!
Heart is silent , mind is weak
Love is the only thing he seeks
Left to be alone so long
singing always a happy song
fearful of another pain
hurt again is not his gain
Left his heart to weep too long
Sorrowful, trust is gone
Floating in the myriad of souls
searching for one love his own!
Let us all be more aware
of those feeling so in despair
it is you , me , them
May we all
begin ...again? | |
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VTme
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Joined: 2/17/2008
Msg: 4 | |
| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 3/6/2008 12:50:16 PM | After 11
To the see the mistrust that I have felt
I’d never wish it upon any
Except for the dealer from whom it was dealt
I try not to be bitter
I try to move on
Her memory still lingers
In so many song
I hate her
I love her
What do you expect after
After 11
To the see the mistrust that I have felt
I’d never wish it upon any
Except for the dealer from whom it was dealt
JimO | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 12:55:30 PM | | thank you mmmmmy....had the first time posting my own thread jitters there....lol....In addition, when I began to think of the chaos that happens when we all start to try to build off of the last poem we read....(in the last line deals)....especially when we all happen to be reading at the same time.....and we put all that time or thought into the words we come up with, only to find that someone has beat us to it...I'd like to change it up a bit in saying you can take any line from ANY poem you read in the thread.....just a quick reference to the # of post that it came from before you start.....Also, i think about how as a newcomer when reading these threads you read the pages from the days long gone, and draw inspiration from those as well....It could be, in a sense, a way to show appreciation for a poem you read from any previous days posts........but again thank you mmmmmy....you captured the life behind those dark eyes VERY accurately.... | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 1:01:53 PM | inspired from post #4:
Except from the dealer from whom it was dealt
Such a good hand
I had
I fealt
Hand on my waist and
hand in my hair....
I feel you all over
Is this lust, love,
or clover? | |
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VTme
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Joined: 2/17/2008
Msg: 7 | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 3/6/2008 1:08:40 PM | In my mind, my eyes are closed
my heart is bursting with need
I FEEL YOU ALL OVER
can you feel me?
Am I there, with you
as you are with me?
Are we on this wavelength?
Riding high until the climax?
Lust, love, ecstacy, destruction all
when only one is present in this moment | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 4:43:05 PM | Those tender lips
Those sweet tender lips were hard to resist,
So I snuck in for just one kiss,
A little peck on the cheek,
Then on the lips before she could speak,
Then I was totally surprised,
And when she pulled me close I realized,
The night was not through,
There was no doubt that she wanted me too,
He body went a little slack,
As her nails dug into my back,
She kissed my neck and my face,
My whole body her hands would trace,
She started stepping nice and slow,
Pushing me where she wanted to go,
We slipped and fell to the floor,
She showed me Love like no other before,
Then when I thought we would part,
She climbed aboard for a new start,
I woke with her head upon my chest,
Still I just laid there to rest,
My whole body she seemed to sooth,
I tried but could not move,
All this from the lips I couldn't resist,
I just had to have one Kiss!
An Uncle Charlie original | |
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Render
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 10 | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 4:59:24 PM | Standing in line at the clinic
Hoping I don't have the clap
Hating that my nuts are sore
She showed me Love like no other before
hahaha, sorry man, but this one just came to mind. Love that post though, it's kinda hot! | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 5:24:15 PM | lmao...aight now fellas....settle down..."not looking back"....a story teller you are....and quie a good one...i enjoy the picture u paint....in this post as well as others...and Render...I'd definately get that sh*t checked out...bahahaha...
She told me once
But I just wouldn't listen
All of my focus on
Her dance and her glisten
She girates and moves
Like no others I know
Some groove fast
While others groove slow
Focus I'll try, but control I can't find
As my hand, on its own, reaches to grab her behind.
So as i wake up this morning, faintly recalling the night before
She kicked me!!! I remember now, why i'm hating my nuts being so sore. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 6:23:59 PM | Kuil thread *smile...
From msg #2
tv's on, the sound turned down
hands that are strong
lifting me with ease
atlantic starr playing softly
am I dreaming
your familiar arms reminding
an orchestra in perfect synch
gently you let me slide
the length of your body
by the time my feet touch the floor
we both seem lost in another place
that world we can create just for us
the smells from the kitchen
tell us once again
together we are home
you take my hand
gently pull me toward the stove
every movement we make together
feels like making love
we take turns adding to the pot
perfect contentment sweetens the dish
funny it never seems to matter
how it turns out
even cooking with you is foreplay
you never rush things
until we merge into that perfect rhythm
so fully, completely one
as you've always said
loving you is
the mental and the physical and the metaphysical
some things never change
with you it always seems
like the first time
home | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 8:22:24 PM | We both seem lost in another place.
Looking for what we imagine is...
the perfect mate.
Do we remember that perfection
is in the eye of the beholder?
Do you see me through the eyes
that saw a past lover?
Am I looking at you with rose tinted glasses
not seeing the flaws you imagine?
Why don't you trust that I see you as you are?
A simple man with a giving heart.
Not simple in mind but simple in need,
just looking for a woman who is good in deeds.
Are we so lost in that other place, that
we can't see the person who is right in our face.
BrwnBeauty | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 8:39:37 PM | #12#5 #10#4#3#13
My Nuts
take any line
from ANY poem
and capture the life
behind those dark eyes
some groove fast
after 11
floating in the myriad of souls
standing in line at the clinic
there are questions behind those eyes
maybe we all begin again
it always seems like the first time | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 9:37:52 PM | bald muscular manly man haters
fists clenched with rage for
that soul that looked at their properties'
lovehandles, handling love
and jovial fruitflies buzzing about
a town, plentiful with banana hamocks
hair pulled, rubbed raw by duct tape
standing in line at the clinic
one shifts weight, one weightless
and both protected as late
by the minutes that stand between, not behind
the fatal coin tossing | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 9:44:34 PM | #14
We can't see the person who is right in our face.
What foolish pride has man?
Who constantly
Feel safer in the shallow waters
Poured out by vessels of images
Air brushing our mind set
With peacocks strutting in a sheath of feathers
Blinding pallets of primary colours
White washing the elusive chase
Of cat and mouse
As mere mortals we have missed the point entirely
We can't see the person who is right in our face
The mirror was glazed with blinded perception
Cracked by vanity and illusion
How much farther are we prepared to travel
To take a chance look below the surface
Wade past those safe shallow waters
To the very depth of desire
The deep unveiling in the rising mist
To where a captain waits on our ship of dreams
Not pretentious or pedantic
But a sea bird who flies without fanfare
To the very inner sanctum of our souls
The chemistry the one true essence of sensation
That will eventually stand the test of time
For as the glossy pictures curl and fade
So to do humans as they find their golden age
In loving arms and a journey of contentment
Into the harbour of our unfolding destiny. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 10:38:33 PM | # 17
the fatal coin tossing ,
fell behind the toilet in the cheap
restroom and i face a machine hungry
for more money than i have
that might well bring on a fatal choice
but more likely
just another excuse.. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 10:45:22 PM | #18
Into the harbour of our unfolding destiny,
we sail a ship we can't do more than sense exists
no one says we don't care
or if they do its a lie to gain advantage
it isnt enough to know
understand
you have to live like it means more
than just another handful of whatever
happened to catch your blue jay eye
action speaks with fist ,feet and power
get moving or count the scar
and keep counting | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 12:33:55 AM | #20
Get moving or count the scar
and keep counting
Lessons in the physical sense
Reminders of yesterdays that
Left a burn
a yearn
a mark
a turn in character
A changing that won't leave
and shouldn't
my subconscious tried to forget
but couldn't....
(thank you, thank you, thank you ALL for your writes, insight, inspiration...my heart smiles) | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 1:37:37 AM | #13,#14,#16,#17,#18
Floating in the myriad of souls
I find those who find hope in just their beers and their bowls.
But, a seabird who flies without fanfare to the inner section of our souls
We both seem lost in another place.
What a beauty life is
a big picture
Without the cinematography to
get the point across
I wonder this land
the land of the lost
Where ignorance is blissful
but so many hearts are lost.
My wish: that words could justify
the "movie" i have seen.
The word we can create.....just for us
Together WE ARE HOME
We, alone, a song may sing,
but are singing the same song.
We all, yes, are lost in familiar
but through dark
we lose...and are found..
One shifts weight, one weightless
but the weight of it all
renowned. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 2:15:49 AM | Nothings the Same
I come home but nothing looks the same,
I couldn't help her so I felt lame,
It started as a feeling when I opened the door,
Then saw her laying on the floor,
Her hair was red I thought it to be a wig,
The puddle of blood wasn't big,
I bent over to hear her breathe,
The rest I just couldn't believe,
The woman I have Loved for so long,
Wasn't alive and strong,
I sat down right next to her,
Praying for God to show me a cure,
To her I still tried to speak,
Then start to cry and got weak,
I loved her so very much,
Now she was cold to the touch,
Never did I think about how,
Instead I screamed at God " Why Now",
I dailed 911,
That is when I saw the gun,
I then felt total doom,
It's the one from my room,
They say it was suicide,
Something that I have still denied,
The house is empty what am I to do,
My whole world was about you,
Now the same gun to my head,
I'll pull the triger and be dead,
There has only been one love on my mind,
No matter what she's the one I must find,
She is the one that filled my heart,
Even in death I refuse to part!
An Uncle Charlie Original | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 3:52:25 AM | I hadn't written poetry before so I surprised myself writting a sonnet even though english is not my first language , so I start in a in a big way . It was inspired by one of the girls that work in the warehouse I work . I t combines the tradition of Shakespeare( the english bard ) and Quevedo ( satiric poet of the spanish golden century ) .Well. to be honest it can be adscribed to the tradition of the nonsense poetry as well .
" TO MY POLISH GIRL "
SHE FANCIES HERSELF A GORGEOUS AND SEXY CAT
BUT BEWARE FROM HELL CAME THAT BITH
I DREAM OF HER , HER NAME IS MALGORZAT
NOT FOR NOTHING HER LAST NAME IS CHICKENO****
SHE WONT GIVE THE TIME OF THE DAY
MY DREAMS OF HER TURNED INTO A NIGHMARE
LET ALONE WOULD SHE GRANT ME A DATE
AND i THOUGHT SHE WAS A HARE MORE THAN A MARE
GOD BLESS HER EVEN THOUGH SHE IS AN ***hole
i WONDER WHAT MAKES HER THINK SHE'S GOT "IT"
FROM POLAND CAME THAT ***hole SHE MUST BE A POLE
a LITTLE CHICHEN WITH HER BEAK SHE IS MORE LIKE IT
i SHOULD HATE HER GUTS BUT i CANNOT HELP IT i LOVE ...HER ***hole
AND THE DEVIL KNOWS i 'D GIVE MY SOUL TO EAT ....... HER APPLE . | |
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Render
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 25 | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 6:48:17 AM | ^^^^^
God bless her, even though she is an ***hole
She's just doing what comes naturally
She is who she is, and I cannot complain, for I am the same
Taking what I can from this experience
Never gonna do THAT again!
I learn from my own mistakes, never having learned from those before me
I sit in this room, angry and frustrated
Trying to be the good person I know I am
It's not easy, considering the life I have made for myself
I wonder why it has to be so hard
This suffering we endure, for what?
To live on until the next suffering
I'm tired. So very tired.
But I keep going, because the alternative means giving up too much
I see the brights spots in the darkness
They are there, and every once in a while
One floats my way
These are worth the anguish, these fleeting moments | |
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