littlekateyes
Artist of the soul
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Behavior
Confusion
Despair
Frightened
Stalked
Patterns of past
Confusion
Despair
Frightened
Stalked
Patterns of past
writing live
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littlekateyes
Artist of the soul
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Peaceful Sleep
Your words echo
In my soul
My heart soars
Go as far as you can go
I will never clip your wings
You will always be my baby boo
And I love you.
Your words echo
In my soul
My heart soars
Go as far as you can go
I will never clip your wings
You will always be my baby boo
And I love you.
*~...searching...~*
It was a day like any other, but it didn’t take me long to see;
Her eyes sparkle that velvet greeting-then I knew she was the girl for me
Mumbled hello-I felt a little shy, her pretty smile caused me to blush;
Apologized for actin’ like a schoolboy, but she just told me to hush.
I don’t wanna be without her, I can’t stop thinkin’ about her;
I just need to be near her-just wanna rest easy in her arms.
When I’m away, my soul won’t breathe until-
I’m in the arms of my dear one.
I swear to God that I touch Heaven-
In the arms of my dear one...
Happened fast, I fell in love with her-but Mister, it feels so right;
I’m a moth drawn to her flame, her love shines brighter than the stars at night.
She touches me in a special place, that I didn’t even know I had;
She kisses me and my worries fade, her guarantee of love is iron-clad.
Don’t analyze-no, I don’t wonder, how it is she swept me away;
Was on the run, I don’t remember why-but in her arms is where I’m gonna stay.
I don’t wanna be without her, I can’t stop thinkin’ about her;
I just need to be near her-just wanna rest easy in her arms.
When I’m away, my soul won’t breathe until-
I’m in the arms of my dear one.
I swear to God that I touch Heaven-
In the arms of my dear one...
It was a day like any other, but it didn’t take me long to see;
Her eyes sparkle that velvet greeting-then I knew she was the girl for me
Mumbled hello-I felt a little shy, her pretty smile caused me to blush;
Apologized for actin’ like a schoolboy, but she just told me to hush.
I don’t wanna be without her, I can’t stop thinkin’ about her;
I just need to be near her-just wanna rest easy in her arms.
When I’m away, my soul won’t breathe until-
I’m in the arms of my dear one.
I swear to God that I touch Heaven-
In the arms of my dear one...
Happened fast, I fell in love with her-but Mister, it feels so right;
I’m a moth drawn to her flame, her love shines brighter than the stars at night.
She touches me in a special place, that I didn’t even know I had;
She kisses me and my worries fade, her guarantee of love is iron-clad.
Don’t analyze-no, I don’t wonder, how it is she swept me away;
Was on the run, I don’t remember why-but in her arms is where I’m gonna stay.
I don’t wanna be without her, I can’t stop thinkin’ about her;
I just need to be near her-just wanna rest easy in her arms.
When I’m away, my soul won’t breathe until-
I’m in the arms of my dear one.
I swear to God that I touch Heaven-
In the arms of my dear one...
Angeline
Poet Chick
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- Posts
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You Just Walk In (Little Wing Again)
You just walk in
with your smile and your love
and your need and you drop
it all in my arms like a coat and
your gloves you've arrived at
the party the me and it's good
for you I can see that you're
dying to wrap me back up in
your arms and your life so we
talk on the phone so we chat
at the chat but we're not alone
and you're jealous again so you
leave and I think well that's
that till you call and you want
and you love and you need
and I love you too but you're
breaking me down as you're
filling me up and you made a
choice once and you were
abrupt when you left now you're
back with butterflies moonbeams
bed me little wing and you took
everything I gave everything
and you say just meet me
just coffee just come to the city
just talk to me everything
anyone else is a sham and I
want to say no let you go let
it be make it end but you need
me and I need to learn how to
not give a damn.
You just walk in
with your smile and your love
and your need and you drop
it all in my arms like a coat and
your gloves you've arrived at
the party the me and it's good
for you I can see that you're
dying to wrap me back up in
your arms and your life so we
talk on the phone so we chat
at the chat but we're not alone
and you're jealous again so you
leave and I think well that's
that till you call and you want
and you love and you need
and I love you too but you're
breaking me down as you're
filling me up and you made a
choice once and you were
abrupt when you left now you're
back with butterflies moonbeams
bed me little wing and you took
everything I gave everything
and you say just meet me
just coffee just come to the city
just talk to me everything
anyone else is a sham and I
want to say no let you go let
it be make it end but you need
me and I need to learn how to
not give a damn.
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Angeline
Poet Chick
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November on Cold Soil Road
Cold Soil Road curves and swerves
meanders west toward Princeton on
two little pegs of no shoulder blacktop
comfortable and pokey sometimes
even old roads can be eccentric
and not a blessed franchise in sight
of the eastside farms and fields
or westward rising Sourland Range
the apple orchards' gnarled elders
giving way to straighter roadside
sentinels the gangly white ash
adolescents awkward midst the
mother maples wide red oak and
tulip poplar ringing precious last
great elms they crowd they list
and whisper a community of lace
aligning lanes, leaning toward the
road as if intent as if engaged in
some deciduous discourse on the
disrespect of sportscars flying
past the last of their leaves back
and forth mourning their denuded
season lifting limber limbs in windy
shrugs and steeling themselves
for the first icy hand of frost.
Cold Soil Road curves and swerves
meanders west toward Princeton on
two little pegs of no shoulder blacktop
comfortable and pokey sometimes
even old roads can be eccentric
and not a blessed franchise in sight
of the eastside farms and fields
or westward rising Sourland Range
the apple orchards' gnarled elders
giving way to straighter roadside
sentinels the gangly white ash
adolescents awkward midst the
mother maples wide red oak and
tulip poplar ringing precious last
great elms they crowd they list
and whisper a community of lace
aligning lanes, leaning toward the
road as if intent as if engaged in
some deciduous discourse on the
disrespect of sportscars flying
past the last of their leaves back
and forth mourning their denuded
season lifting limber limbs in windy
shrugs and steeling themselves
for the first icy hand of frost.
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Angeline
Poet Chick
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- Posts
- 27,050
Sea of Green
Her poetry swims in earnest intent
sincerely struggling against current
in ambivalence drowning with doubt
gasping at the emptiness compelled
under without understanding without
logic but thirsting with need to express
only blind and insistent on fighting
custom with endless backward thrashing
she knows despair while casting past
underwater flora reaching to destroy
fresh shoots of reason that bubble
respiring with breathless oxygen fights
ocean gravity not the first to dive under
not the first to be carried crashed driven
not the first to uncurl starry fingers
of surrender and course across waves
receding with the tide to float through
time to ebb bobbing at the dark horizon
Her poetry swims in earnest intent
sincerely struggling against current
in ambivalence drowning with doubt
gasping at the emptiness compelled
under without understanding without
logic but thirsting with need to express
only blind and insistent on fighting
custom with endless backward thrashing
she knows despair while casting past
underwater flora reaching to destroy
fresh shoots of reason that bubble
respiring with breathless oxygen fights
ocean gravity not the first to dive under
not the first to be carried crashed driven
not the first to uncurl starry fingers
of surrender and course across waves
receding with the tide to float through
time to ebb bobbing at the dark horizon
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_Land
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Aug 3, 2002
- Posts
- 757
parenting skills
A long lost art
like Monet, Michael Angelo
fading over time, but ever
valuable, the name well known,
but less influential in today's
trench coat maffia society
knowing not when to stroke
with gentle encouragement
or to apply firm pressure
not knowing when to clean the brush
to take a different approach or angle
perhaps look for outside inspiration
selfishly defending pieces of art
no matter how bad they have become
not accepting critique, or advice
for fear! changing art means changing
the artist approach or style
admitting flaws in ones own caricature
indeed a lost art, sought after by the rich
in spirit and character, desiring to pass
it down, one generation after the next
valuing it as a real family heirloom
A long lost art
like Monet, Michael Angelo
fading over time, but ever
valuable, the name well known,
but less influential in today's
trench coat maffia society
knowing not when to stroke
with gentle encouragement
or to apply firm pressure
not knowing when to clean the brush
to take a different approach or angle
perhaps look for outside inspiration
selfishly defending pieces of art
no matter how bad they have become
not accepting critique, or advice
for fear! changing art means changing
the artist approach or style
admitting flaws in ones own caricature
indeed a lost art, sought after by the rich
in spirit and character, desiring to pass
it down, one generation after the next
valuing it as a real family heirloom
JUDO
Flasher
- Joined
- May 1, 2001
- Posts
- 2,240
Max Factor's Painted Clouds
--------- An Acrostic Writing Live ---------
Whispering voices across the park
Right next to the blooming trees.
Inside its cool while sunny out
Til the autumn rain starts to tease.
Its fun to figure the weather here --
"Not rain" is an easy guess.
Grand skies never thunder or flash,
Licking the clouds into a mess.
It's a wonder we've seasons at all
Vying for our months, days and years.
Each wind that blows and mercury dropped
Acrostic paint beneath clouds' wetted tears.
(Edited for damned silliness!)
--------- An Acrostic Writing Live ---------
Whispering voices across the park
Right next to the blooming trees.
Inside its cool while sunny out
Til the autumn rain starts to tease.
Its fun to figure the weather here --
"Not rain" is an easy guess.
Grand skies never thunder or flash,
Licking the clouds into a mess.
It's a wonder we've seasons at all
Vying for our months, days and years.
Each wind that blows and mercury dropped
Acrostic paint beneath clouds' wetted tears.
(Edited for damned silliness!)
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HomerPindar
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Sep 21, 2001
- Posts
- 963
Live chat.
we goto such great lengths to create our world
furnished, fed, friends,
we lounge around,
wondering who left the door open
hi
huuugsssss
{{{{{...}}}}}
wb
far removed from our daily grind
fantasy, flirting, foolishness
climb into the loft
yet another room upstairs from the rest
turns on....
hands you....
flops down on...
see you
facless folks found together
joking, sharing, chatting
we sit at our desks
never wondering what's outside our doors
HomerPindar
we goto such great lengths to create our world
furnished, fed, friends,
we lounge around,
wondering who left the door open
hi
huuugsssss
{{{{{...}}}}}
wb
far removed from our daily grind
fantasy, flirting, foolishness
climb into the loft
yet another room upstairs from the rest
turns on....
hands you....
flops down on...
see you
facless folks found together
joking, sharing, chatting
we sit at our desks
never wondering what's outside our doors
HomerPindar
stargirl32
defector back 2 life
- Joined
- Dec 15, 2001
- Posts
- 1,698
.happy anniversery darling ,,,,
or you forgot what ???????????
If I'd killed you on the day I met you,
I would be out, with good behaviour in ten.
So the question on every ones lips is,
why are we even together then?
If I'd poisoned your tea or your lunch,
With arsenic, hemlock or yew.
You'd be dead and I'd be free,
Well maybe not for a year or two.
I could cut the breaks on the car,
Hold you under in the bath or shower.
Hire a hit man , but that's expensive,
Do you know they charge by the hour?
What if I just shot you with colt 45?
Pulled the trigger at point blank range,
No!! on seconds thoughts. To messy ,
the blood stains Would be hard to explain.
I'll kill you off slowly with kindness,
Extra helping of cream. Cake and beer.
A generous portion of chips and cheese,
Non of those healthy options you fear
No please !!! don't get up from your chair.
Your ruin the groove that you made,
It perfectly fits the shape of your arse,
We wouldn't want that art work to fade.
You've worked so hard to make it,
You and your expanding rubber butt.
If only I had gone ahead and killed you,
Then i would not be in this rut.
I suppose in a way its my own fault,
I never raised my voice or nagged.
But I swear I will do you in someday,,
I wont be happy till your body bagged
or you forgot what ???????????
If I'd killed you on the day I met you,
I would be out, with good behaviour in ten.
So the question on every ones lips is,
why are we even together then?
If I'd poisoned your tea or your lunch,
With arsenic, hemlock or yew.
You'd be dead and I'd be free,
Well maybe not for a year or two.
I could cut the breaks on the car,
Hold you under in the bath or shower.
Hire a hit man , but that's expensive,
Do you know they charge by the hour?
What if I just shot you with colt 45?
Pulled the trigger at point blank range,
No!! on seconds thoughts. To messy ,
the blood stains Would be hard to explain.
I'll kill you off slowly with kindness,
Extra helping of cream. Cake and beer.
A generous portion of chips and cheese,
Non of those healthy options you fear
No please !!! don't get up from your chair.
Your ruin the groove that you made,
It perfectly fits the shape of your arse,
We wouldn't want that art work to fade.
You've worked so hard to make it,
You and your expanding rubber butt.
If only I had gone ahead and killed you,
Then i would not be in this rut.
I suppose in a way its my own fault,
I never raised my voice or nagged.
But I swear I will do you in someday,,
I wont be happy till your body bagged
stargirl32
defector back 2 life
- Joined
- Dec 15, 2001
- Posts
- 1,698
Re: Uh Stargirl?
( post matramony trama)
thanks ANGELINE lets just blame P M TAngeline said:Have you taken your Xanax today? (Love the poem!)
( post matramony trama)
The Perfect Song For A James Bond Movie
*~...climbing up Heartbreak Hill and ascending from the Valley of Sorrows...through the heavy veil of Tears at the very edge of the Shadows...suddenly appears a tall Stranger with a wide brim Mexican bolero...an ankle-long black leather duster coat..."his old guitar strapped across his back, his dusty boots, his Sears Cadillac, a flaming edge...blowing in the wind...~*
Femme Fatale
All Words And Music By Kenne Silva (copyright 1999)
A raven-haired beauty with a heart of stone;
She’ll look right through you, cut you to the bone.
Toe-head Loveboys won’t admit defeat-
Tease is her game, and she’s never been beat...
Look in her eyes and it is too late;
She’ll take your heart, an’ never hesitate.
She is a tigress with a brand-new toy;
Makes another loverman a boy...
Femme Fatale, has it all her way;
She won’t give you the time of day.
Femme Fatale, she’ll draw you in-
To a game that you’re never gonna win...
Her lazer gaze will never miss-
You’ll sell your soul for just one kiss.
She’ll flash a smile to melt your heart;
She’ll make you tear your own world apart...
Skirt riding high upon bronzed thighs;
She never fails to tantalize-
On the approach you’ve already lost;
Now it’s time to pay her cost...
Femme Fatale, has it all her way;
She won’t give you the time of day.
Femme Fatale, she’ll draw you in-
To her game that you’re never gonna win...
*~...climbing up Heartbreak Hill and ascending from the Valley of Sorrows...through the heavy veil of Tears at the very edge of the Shadows...suddenly appears a tall Stranger with a wide brim Mexican bolero...an ankle-long black leather duster coat..."his old guitar strapped across his back, his dusty boots, his Sears Cadillac, a flaming edge...blowing in the wind...~*
Femme Fatale
All Words And Music By Kenne Silva (copyright 1999)
A raven-haired beauty with a heart of stone;
She’ll look right through you, cut you to the bone.
Toe-head Loveboys won’t admit defeat-
Tease is her game, and she’s never been beat...
Look in her eyes and it is too late;
She’ll take your heart, an’ never hesitate.
She is a tigress with a brand-new toy;
Makes another loverman a boy...
Femme Fatale, has it all her way;
She won’t give you the time of day.
Femme Fatale, she’ll draw you in-
To a game that you’re never gonna win...
Her lazer gaze will never miss-
You’ll sell your soul for just one kiss.
She’ll flash a smile to melt your heart;
She’ll make you tear your own world apart...
Skirt riding high upon bronzed thighs;
She never fails to tantalize-
On the approach you’ve already lost;
Now it’s time to pay her cost...
Femme Fatale, has it all her way;
She won’t give you the time of day.
Femme Fatale, she’ll draw you in-
To her game that you’re never gonna win...
Silence
I've tried
Its no use
Your touch burns me
Makes me purr with delight
Restrained
No control
You have me
lost in your eyes
My body is only yours tonight
Breathless
Kiss me
Long, hard, and passionate
i can't hold back
You feel so good inside
Completely
So fulfilled
lying beside you
Looking at your face
I can finally close my eyes....
I've tried
Its no use
Your touch burns me
Makes me purr with delight
Restrained
No control
You have me
lost in your eyes
My body is only yours tonight
Breathless
Kiss me
Long, hard, and passionate
i can't hold back
You feel so good inside
Completely
So fulfilled
lying beside you
Looking at your face
I can finally close my eyes....
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None
How do I describe an angel;
Oh, for the right words to say.
‘Cause when that girl does love me-
Lord, she takes my breath away...
I love to hold her in the morning;
And she’ll be with me tonight.
Time just passes much too quickly;
As the darkness fades into the light...
She could fly into the clouds-
Hide at the bottom of the sea.
Run to the ends of this universe;
But she’ll never shake me...
...no...she’ll never shake me...
Another day on the horizon;
And she’s lying next to me.
I’d give her anything in this whole, wide world-
‘Cause she taught me how to be...
It hasn’t always been that easy;
I’ve known my share of pain and sorrow.
She says she loves me-an’ I believe it;
As we walk in a new tomorrow...
She could fly into the clouds-
Hide at the bottom of the sea.
Run to the ends of this universe;
But she’ll never shake me...
...no...she’ll never shake me...
How do I describe an angel;
Oh, for the right words to say.
‘Cause when that girl does love me-
Lord, she takes my breath away...
I love to hold her in the morning;
And she’ll be with me tonight.
Time just passes much too quickly;
As the darkness fades into the light...
She could fly into the clouds-
Hide at the bottom of the sea.
Run to the ends of this universe;
But she’ll never shake me...
...no...she’ll never shake me...
Another day on the horizon;
And she’s lying next to me.
I’d give her anything in this whole, wide world-
‘Cause she taught me how to be...
It hasn’t always been that easy;
I’ve known my share of pain and sorrow.
She says she loves me-an’ I believe it;
As we walk in a new tomorrow...
She could fly into the clouds-
Hide at the bottom of the sea.
Run to the ends of this universe;
But she’ll never shake me...
...no...she’ll never shake me...
dragonhearted
Not pussy-footin' around!
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- Posts
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that is beautiful, Kenne!
Star At Sunrise
Really Experienced
- Joined
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- Posts
- 183
Writing Live
The writer takes the stage
smearing the page
with words uneven
rising to heaven
the lights switch off, then on,
and there is no turning back
tossing off dreams into the air
catching and spraying them with sound
colors drench
every cough captured
no looking back
fuel is warm and wet
a thousand fountains
and a laugh
the headset is set
the cameras roll
the audience waits
stingoing magic in the air twisting slowly
a dream under six inches of topsoil
clapping or booing
plates spin and feet shuffle
music loops and back again
endless split second
genius in the balcony
raging and climaxing
retiring to the room above
wiping off the sweat
grabbing a dringk
then watching the tape and seeing
were I am
The writer takes the stage
smearing the page
with words uneven
rising to heaven
the lights switch off, then on,
and there is no turning back
tossing off dreams into the air
catching and spraying them with sound
colors drench
every cough captured
no looking back
fuel is warm and wet
a thousand fountains
and a laugh
the headset is set
the cameras roll
the audience waits
stingoing magic in the air twisting slowly
a dream under six inches of topsoil
clapping or booing
plates spin and feet shuffle
music loops and back again
endless split second
genius in the balcony
raging and climaxing
retiring to the room above
wiping off the sweat
grabbing a dringk
then watching the tape and seeing
were I am
