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Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and, with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath…. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and, with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath…. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
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Hahaha you and honey adored need to do a riff off!!! Check out her piece Hairy Mary
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and, with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath…. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
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This reminds me of a Spider Robinson novel, masterful pun Annie!
 
For love
.
Cold and damp from
the fan and wet cloth
to keep him cool
desperate for (but not getting)
a pee, drink and sleep.
I do cry though as I
keep my vigil all night
for my sick dog.
We doze off and on
together.
 
UnderYourSpell said:
For love
.
Cold and damp from
the fan and wet cloth
to keep him cool
desperate for (but not getting)
a pee, drink and sleep.
I do cry though as I
keep my vigil all night
for my sick dog.
We doze off and on
together.
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As a dog lover whose "Belle" is old and blind, this really touched a nerve with me, Annie.
 
greenmountaineer said:
As a dog lover whose "Belle" is old and blind, this really touched a nerve with me, Annie.
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I stayed with him on my lap and he's not a tiny dog, he's a Staffordshire Bull Terrier, but he needed me so I cradled him all night. The Vet thinks he's been eating something he shouldn't but goodness knows what as we have nothing like slug pellets that he could have got hold of.
 
Childhood abuse comes in many disguises,
I've been there, I've walked that stony road.
Sometimes the boulders seem insurmountable,
but what else is there?
You climb over, you have to.
Nobody that has ever cried
those scalding tears
will ever truly understand
that one way lies insanity
(maybe the way to just let go and give in)
but the other way hard as it is
has to be fought through and strived for
or life is not lived and 'they' win yet again
just as they did when you were a child
and had no control.
 
Actually what hurts the most
is not having Grandchildren
when all around me have theirs.
If I do have relief that
I didn't have children
it's for the fear that with my parenting
I wouldn't have made a good one myself,
although Ron says that
with what I went through
I would have done the opposite.
But who knows?
I could have adopted or fostered
but I wasn't willing to risk it,
those children deserve the best.

I'll stick to adopting dogs,
I know what I'm doing there.
 
It's the month after Christmas and I'm taking stock,
nothing is fitting not even a smock!
All that gin with the nibbles, all those extra sips
has spread with no mercy and gone to my hips!
.
I recall with nostalgia brandy butter, blue cheese,
but the way I am going I'll not see my knees
any time before Easter, and never my toes.
Why, oh why did I have so many slices of those?
.
Look away from the last sweets that sit in the box.
You'll know the ones left, caramels hard as rocks.
Espy now regretfully just celery sticks
no dressings on salads how I must get my kicks.
.
This month must be gloomy, alas and alack
as I strive in prison to get slimness back.
But wait! Is it worth it to suffer this way
When my birthday is only a scant month away?!
 
Remembering

They found him
sitting in the snow, still alive.
His body holding on
although his mind
had given up long ago.
He'd gone searching
for his memories,
those of today lost,
but from childhood so vivid.

Of rosy faced children sliding through the snow,
only to tumble shrieking into the drifts

He'd found his memories
and sat and laughed
with the pure joy
........................of remembering.
 
Oftimes now whenever I should fall asleep,
I dream of you and how our youth was spent
chasing rainbows it seems was our intent,
making memories that were only ours to keep.

But death's dark hallows now about you creep
and scalding tears my only bitter love's lament,
as from my loving arms my aching heart is rent.
I can't follow you through ragged crags so steep.

If you should travel thus so far away from me
and even adoration can't heed my plaintive call,
only one place can keep you close it seems.

There is a place where together we are free
I'll find you whatever now upon us shall befall.
Your love and mine each night within my dreams.

Italian Sonnet
 
Work worn hands show years of toil
yet brought your son into the world,
each scar a history's turmoil,
work worn hands show years of toil.
True love like ours will never spoil
around your soul my heart is coiled.
Work worn hands show years of toil
yet brought your son into the world.

Triolet
 
Yours is the heart I lean upon,
it's safety encompasses my soul.
Where once was misery and despair
now dwells my comfort, my peace,
it leaves me cleansed, born anew

Maybe you also know soul to soul,
a path once rough now renders peace,
for every trial you might look upon
which once descended into despair,
at last, at last brings hopes anew.

What to strive for more than peace,
to put aside pettiness of life's despair?
When all about aim to pierce our soul,
we surely must be placed upon
this earth to bring safe haven love anew.

Many's the time pain bred despair
and brought more questions down upon
my heavy heart, and left no peace.
But still with humanity's staunch soul
led onward once more, to search anew.

But then it wasn't until I looked anew,
there was your love showered upon
a withered heart to chase away despair,
and now I lie within your arms at peace,
You are forever my heart, my love, my soul.

Annikey
 
In dreams of you that cannot be
I spend my days in reverie.
Your touch I want upon my skin,
Your tongue to venture in my quim.
Making love to never hide, carefree

We are hopeful and my plea
that one day will be you and me
loved and loving, then no sin
in dreams of you.

You look at me so tenderly
I cannot help but always see
the loving mirrored there within
that very soon we will begin,
never destined an absentee
in dreams of you.

Rondeau
 
A loving wife laments

Although he is my moon and stars, I see a lot of those as he snores.

American sentence
 
Making music together

Hear every aery rhapsodical thrilling songs
Each time I see your dear face next,
And whenever your body is ever near
Rhythms course through like cadenza.
Tumbling my emotions out into space,
So tremble, reaching an ecstatic high.

(A Quadruple Acrostic, first letters of each line spell a word, as do the end letters reading backwards, plus top and bottom lines)
 
Gifts


You always gave,
but then I took.
Always so easy
to pretend
it couldn't, wouldn't
ever go this far.

But so far
what you gave
I wouldn't
know you took
seriously, pretend
it was easy.

"Take it easy"
you say, far
better to pretend
I really gave
and you took.
But I wouldn't.

So why wouldn't
it be easy
when all I took,
yet so far,
you really gave?
Why pretend?

You're all pretend,
so now wouldn't
what I gave,
although easy
go just go so far
and assuage I took?

I'm happy I took,
now I won't pretend
I'd then have far
to go and wouldn't
it all be easy.
Find again you gave?

You wouldn't admit I took and I won't pretend you
found it easy, but by far I'm sure you're glad you gave.

Sestina
 
He didn't love me then?

We met when we were children
but you didn't love me then,
the days of pulling pigtails
when we were were only ten.

Our Teenage years, angst and all,
I wanted you to stay
for those nights of stolen kisses
But you didn't look my way.

You left behind, still waiting,
when you marched away to war.
I'd hoped that you might notice me
but your were married to the Corp.

An older man returned to us,
now broken and supine,
but turned away unworthy
he thought, to even then be mine.

At this final rejection
and before it got too late,
I saw another waited
and took his brother for my mate.

Ballad
 
My heart's hunger sated

With wings unfurled on some windy ride
wet my lips with nectared dew
blushed as his, she called him
never wondering what the future held tight.
My companion in the sunbeam,
your warm caress arouses life, such
succulent pillows of pink sugar vulva
but with my love let my heart's hunger sate.

Cento ........ all lines from the poems of champagne1982's submissions for the Survivor Competition
 
I planted you in the garden
hoping for Hollyhocks,
but although I watered and weeded
up grew Dandelions and Docks.
You were always a contrary bastard
full of importance that made me spit
I reckon the seeds I panted
moved away and left the shit.
 
I got a call at work today,
she needed my virility,.
She'd read her charts and temps and things
and was ripe with her fertility.

I groaned, it wasn't that I mind
jumping into bed,
but rather on my own terms
than something that she'd read.

But I sighed and knew I'd have no rest
until the deed was done,
so rushed on home immediately
determined to have some fun.

I fucked her in the conservatory,
I fucked her in the hall.
Even managed to get some too
when she sucked upon one ball.

I fucked her in the shit hole
until she yelled "Not there!"
So changed to Karma Sutra, but
got tangled in her hair.

I even got her sat astride
to let me take a break,
there's only so much pumping
a virile man can take.

But now I am exhausted
many times I've done the deed,
as she lies there, legs up-ended
overflowing with my seed.
 
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