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Ok...I have 3 new poems to post today. Hope you like them all. I'm also gonna post the Sock Series in its entirety, since I completed it today. Big whoop!!
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Lol...sigh.
The Diminutive Darling
Stands men on their head
By bowling them over
With beautiful pics on her thread.
While the Raven Haired Beauty,
Equally sublime,
Captivates with charm
And a peek at a time.
Separately together,
They write a head-spinning script,
For the unreality of life
We call AmPics on Lit.
A daybreak check-in,
They must still be asleep,
Threads filled with posts from overnight,
Left by unskilled counters of sheep.
The Diminutive Darling’s
Got morning schoolwork to do.
But type your post anyway,
And she’ll get back to you.
The Raven Haired Beauty
Spends her mornings healing.
Just like her time on Lit,
Delivering good feelings.
By mid-afternoon,
Both somehow find time,
To enable portable devices
And check-in on-line.
But when evening falls,
They are busiest it seems,
Working their wiles
To fulfill our naughty dreams.
The images they post,
So hot that they should,
Tease our infatuations,
Create forests of man wood.
And so many followers,
Erotic image inspired,
Type praises and compliments
‘Till their digits grow tired.
“You are a goddess” “So sexy”
“Oh, what I wouldn’t do,”
Accolades so numerous
They run out of word for these two.
Yet these women still discover
New artistic poses and props,
And the very next picture
We all hail as tops!
They check up on each other,
With compliments and “hey”s,
Talk of shopping and shoes
And Catholic schoolgirl days.
They chat about meeting,
A rendezvous of beauty.
(Damn, I can’t fantasize about that now,
I’m on poetry duty!)
The Diminutive Darling,
Sweet Lady K,
She’s a powerful pixie,
A golden-locked mainstay.
The Raven Haired Beauty
Of the berg that never sleeps,
Greek letter in her moniker
And a heart that “John” keeps.
I write as if I know them,
That’s not really true.
I have seen them in pictures,
Chatted a line or two.
But they are always here for me,
With their pleasuring ways.
Helping me escape the drudgeries
Of challenging RL days.
There when I need them,
Oh, how I hope so.
Stay on Lit forever,
Couldn’t stand it if they go.
And maybe some day,
In RL we’ll meet.
I’ll give each a loving hug
And a sweet kiss on the cheek.
And thank them both dearly,
For their tremendous daring.
Then raise a glass in appreciation,
“Thank you for sharing!”
What?
You caused a mega blush yesterday.
WoW! Makes me want to join the AmPics!![]()
LOVE it!!!![]()
drive by hugs and kisses...great stuff BMF... as always... i'm sure you can guess which resonated with me deeply.
I see *someone* has been a veryyyy busy boy today!
Guess that 'splains why You didn't deliver coffee and donuts to the salon, huh?!![]()
No...you didn't leave money on the night stand.
Parker, awesome poem. I couldn't have done any better myself. Thanks man.
Uhm, but ... I thought You were easy AND cheap?!
*tosses a couple of quarters on the bedside table*
welcome and glad you enjoyed it. i'm all "observe and report." your stuff is the real thing. thanks to you for providing a place for my efforts.
That quarter only gets you a nipple pinch.
Two quarters. Two nipples.
Coincidence?
I think not!![]()
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Are you malfunctioning badly?
Why does she not see who she is
Instead she see’s distortion.
Why don’t you show her beauty
Instead of pain or woe,
Choosing instead to break her down
When up is where she should go?
Mirror, mirror, you’re just sick
Making her feel like she’s an ick
Reducing her status in her own eyes.
Don’t you see her crying eyes?
Playing stupid fun house games
Driving this princess madly insane.
Ruining her hope for finding joy
And now its me that you annoy.
Mirror, Mirror, I think its time
You either shape up, or hit the floor.
I can’t stand by with tearful eyes
And watch this abuse anymore.
She is a beauty, tall and strong
She is so gorgeous, men should throng
She is so graceful, I’m enthralled
Yet you’re intent on causing her fall.
I’m ending this crap right here and now
She deserves to be loved
But until she loves herself
All my intents are moot.
So mirror, mirror, make the choice
This is your day of reckoning
I either break you into pieces
Or you have a change of reasoning.
Your treason either ends,
Or you end, scattered all over.
You tell her that I lover her
And that she’s something special
And that she’s more than worthy
Of the adoring and the fawning.
You’d better tell her mirror,
I’m standing up for her rights.
You’ve muted her for too long.
You’ve been too wrong.
Killed her song.
And it stops.
Mirror, Mirror…make your choice.
Its time to rise.
You’ve stayed in the bed,
You’ve strayed into despair.
You’ve sat in depression.
You’ve waded in tears.
You’ve dried up in disgust.
You’ve cut off yourself.
You’ve become a shell,
A faded shadow, a waif, an ideal.
You’ve solely become history,
A memory, a figment, a destiny destroyed.
A dream deferred, dejected and dismissed.
Yet…
For all the damage done,
Your heart still beats.
Your eyes still blink.
Your veins still conduct.
Your blood still flows.
Your skin still feels,
And while it may hurt
The numbness is fading away.
Your strength remains.
What he tried to kill has remained alive.
I see the fire yet burning inside.
I see that slight twinkle hiding in your eyes.
For you are woman…
Your identity was not forged by him,
Nor by hurt, nor by pain,
But by an unmistakable
Undeniable
Indiscriminate fact that
You are stronger than circumstance
You are fiercer than fear.
You are resilient
And you overcome,
Your push through, and you win.
Its time to rise.
Get up.
I'm glad you like them Red. I'm proud of how they turned out.