I'm not feeling particularly poetic right now, but they say a picture is worth a thousand words.
I heard (from someone...) that Uggg's cat is a real dom...
Uggg and his dom cat.
Food and snuggles are no longer enough! 
Lol! Thank you Adrina! I love it, My Cat Loves it too. Only now he demands that I also pay him tribute in art!!
Uggg
No thank you again to the rasisens and I just rememered a happy moment in time. Thought I would share. And yes I know I suck at wrtting too.
. (I get extra powers becuase its got my name in ithe heading. They include: self criticism, self saucing and infinite raisin generation.)
Hey! No self criticism, only I'm allowed to do that in this thread
Your words were nice and the moment sounds wonderful. I can picture it easily, I guess if you can convey a strong image complete with feelings in so few words you write well.
Anyways, you've put your mark on my page now, that makes you officially one of my friends. Yay!
I'll see ya around. You know where to find me.
Uggg
Heres one I posted on BDSM haiku page (Don't you just love lit, where else could you find a BDSM haiku page?).
I'd forgotten about it but I just revisited the page and saw it again. Still cracks me up so I'll post it again here;
Haiku limited
By the ball gag in my mouth
I'll speak with my eyes
Lol.
Uggg
Lol none of us old timers are 'professionals! I for one am crap at Haiku and Sonnets
) is very impressive. Uggg
Well Annie,
whether you're a professional or not your poems are impressive and the quantity and high ratings(so many fives
I love "Being owned by a cat." Adrina and I were discussing just that ourselves yesterday. Did you see her picture?
to lie broken and satiated at his feet! ' (I want to get bitten by the tiger too!) I'm blushing
Well Annie,
whether you're a professional or not your poems are impressive and the quantity and high ratings(so many fives
I love "Being owned by a cat." Adrina and I were discussing just that ourselves yesterday. Did you see her picture?
Ohh! and "Riding the tiger" too!
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Uggg
When I first came here I knew nothing about poetry (and I'm still learning) I thought all poetry rhymed and that was it. But I learned there are many forms and that poetry doesn't even have to rhyme. Actually I got told to knuckle down and stop rhyming everything! I went off in a hissy fit but I did come back thank goodness and learned from such people as Angeline, champagne, Guilty Pleasure and Tzara to name but a few and many more that are no longer with us, but their presence remains if you look through the old threads.
Thank you
I hope you stay around (and your friends too) and are willing come out of your comfort zone and learn, there is so much more to be gained and enjoyed rather than just writing Ballads and rhyming everything.
I've done quite a few Teach Ins and they are to be found on This thread
Have fun wandering all the threads, that's where you'll find the great poets
lol. Me- I'm just up for some fun. Maybe I'm staying in my comfort zone but that's ok I'm comfortable with that . rhyming words.
Oh, personal development, growth as an artist, creative expression? Sounds like work
Not all of my poems rhyme ('Summer tree' didn't.) but there is something I like about rhyming words- all the poems that really speak to me, that give me shivers rhyme.
Here are words that burnt there way into my mind through my eyes:
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
Not understood, we gather false impressions
And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Not understood.
Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision
Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled 'gainst those who mould the age,
Not understood.
Not understood! The secret springs of action
Which lie beneath the surface and the show,
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbours, and they often go
Not understood.
Not understood! How trifles often change us!
The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight
Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching
For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away,
Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer,
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!
O God! that men would draw a little nearer
To one another, -- they'd be nearer Thee,
And understood.
-Thomas Braken
Each to there own but for me-
I
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