BMF's Urban Hang Suite

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Well, H....I know BMF well. He's one of the most amazing poets I've ever had the honor of knowing. If anyone can inspire creativity, it's him. Hopefully he'll give a taste....you'll see Beauty. :rose:

Nah. Your original rules apply. And thanks, C. Sheesh...I'm ok. Youve got mad skillz too! And Honey, I know you can rock the pen as well.
 
Open wide
and slide it in
swirling tongue
and lascivious liquid licks.

Nibble a bit
sucking the length
tasting the pleasure
Frozen ice on two sticks.




Bwaaahhhaaaaaa...:D
 
Open wide
and slide it in
swirling tongue
and lascivious liquid licks.

Nibble a bit
sucking the length
tasting the pleasure
Frozen ice on two sticks.




Bwaaahhhaaaaaa...:D

LOL!!!! Evil ass!
 
I uhh... Poetry has never been my strong point. I've tried my hand at it a time or two, as any writer does. I feel a little embarrassed but, all I've got anymore are some poems I wrote in my late teens. Still, might as well share.

The Road

Chances come and go, like an oceans ebb and flow,

choices made or no.

Time takes it's toll,

like an angry troll.

And The Road goes on.

Horizons behind, sunrises ahead,

No way to know if we end up blind or dead.

When grains in glass fall short,

Then comes the dread.

And the road goes on.

Spring, summer, fall and winter,

The counting years as a splinter,

In the soul.

And the road goes on.

Through heaven, hell and in-betweens,

answers lost to what it means.

And the road goes on...
 
I uhh... Poetry has never been my strong point. I've tried my hand at it a time or two, as any writer does. I feel a little embarrassed but, all I've got anymore are some poems I wrote in my late teens. Still, might as well share.

The Road

Chances come and go, like an oceans ebb and flow,

choices made or no.

Time takes it's toll,

like an angry troll.

And The Road goes on.

Horizons behind, sunrises ahead,

No way to know if we end up blind or dead.

When grains in glass fall short,

Then comes the dread.

And the road goes on.

Spring, summer, fall and winter,

The counting years as a splinter,

In the soul.

And the road goes on.

Through heaven, hell and in-betweens,

answers lost to what it means.

And the road goes on...


Awesome contribution! Welcome, and please keep taking the stage!
 
Sometimes i just try to sit down and write something in a few minutes. This was a 2 minute challenge from a few minutes ago.

You...you..
You just don't know
How deeply you affect me.
I'm erect...see?
No, not sexually (yet).
But emotionally,
I'm coming to the realization
That this just might be
A real fantasy.
If only they could see
All of our chemistry.
If they knew that privately
Our public bantering
Was tomfoolery...
Jaws would drop.
I'm your secret.
You're my song.
 
Bump, ditty, bump.......told y'all! Huggles*


Frightened fingers fondle..

Sometimes i just try to sit down and write something in a few minutes. This was a 2 minute challenge from a few minutes ago.

You...you..
You just don't know
How deeply you affect me.
I'm erect...see?
No, not sexually (yet).
But emotionally,
I'm coming to the realization
That this just might be
A real fantasy.
If only they could see
All of our chemistry.
If they knew that privately
Our public bantering
Was tomfoolery...
Jaws would drop.
I'm your secret.
You're my song.
 
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