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HarryHill

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You know what I'm talking about, those poems, too sweet to be a treat
Aspertamic confections, with a taste of corn syrup; here's mine;
where's yours?
..
There is no love
without
that gentle hand
reaching for the gift
freely offered
only promise
..
 
You know what I'm talking about, those poems, too sweet to be a treat
Aspertamic confections, with a taste of corn syrup; here's mine;
where's yours?

There is no love
without
that gentle hand
reaching for the gift
freely offered
only promise
..
for the real corn syrup you need rhyme, but this is Lite, lo-cal
I wonder what Oneira would do with this

There is no hand
only love
reaching for the fingers
only promised​
eh?
 
I think I just gagged on syrup. :)
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Orange juice will do that.... onward
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Darling from the first we met
my heart's been filled with joy
for even though I grunt and sweat
you still use my balls for toys
 
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Orange juice will do that.... onward
..
Darling from the first we met
my hearts been filled with joy
for even though I grunt and sweat
you still use my balls for toys

It's missing the title. I am sure you intended this to be:
"For my darling pussy"
 
YOU

You are a wonder spoke softly,
lest the angels hear and steal you away,
to make heaven a better place.

You are a dream slept sweetly,
for the pain of living will not touch us,
such beauty is not the day's to spoil.

You are a melody sung early,
a note within the morning,
a song for birds to trill.

You soar them through the sky.

You are my heart heard beating,
sustaining me when you're not near,
a strength, a wonder spoke softly.
 
Even though we're far apart
I think about you daily
the coyish way you bent to fart
and picked your nose so gaily.

But even though your dulcet tones
caused birds to crash and burn
these little acts were all your own
they made my stomach churn.

Alas although you're now beneath
ten tons of wet cement
you took the safe box keys with you
and left me to lament.
 
Even though we're far apart
I think about you daily
the coyish way you bent to fart
and picked your nose so gaily.

But even though your dulcet tones
caused birds to crash and burn
these little acts were all your own
they made my stomach churn.

Alas although you're now beneath
ten tons of wet cement
you took the safe box keys with you
and left me to lament.

Lol! I'd buy that card even though I've no despised departed to send it to...wherever. :D
 
Annie, I held my hand over my mouth trying to hold in the laughter. no luck, now my cheeks hurt from smiling. thank you. :rose:
 
You're very welcome :) I could always write a bit of nonsense!
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My kind of girl, a bit of the old slap n giggle... Is that right?
...
***
Another year's passed
Surprised?
I was too ...but then
Time passes so effortlessly
with you
Happy Anniversary
***
:rose:
 
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My kind of girl, a bit of the old slap n giggle... Is that right?
...
***
Another year's passed
Surprised?
I was too ...but then
Time passes so effortlessly
with you
Happy Anniversary
***
:rose:

depends what you mean by 'slap n giggle' I was thinking along the lines of Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear
 
Through my eyes you are so sweet
best delight I could eat
I'll clean my face for your treat
now it's done take a seat
 
groans. this is worse than bad. uber-bad!

the bees are jealous
your nectar sweeter than their finest honey
the gods at odds
tossing coins at Fate -
ambrosia or you?
they have no answer
but for you i grew jewels
on my wings
rapid things
and for pleasure
un-measured
a long long tongue
 
the bees are jealous
your nectar sweeter than their finest honey
the gods at odds
tossing coins at Fate -
ambrosia or you?
they have no answer
but for you i grew jewels
on my wings
rapid things
and for pleasure
un-measured
a long long tongue
..
Umm,
I like that except for that long second line. Something turned within, like a cat curling nose to tail as I read... until that last line. Meow. Nice internal/wandering rhymes. Title this one: 'A Note to Master'
 
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the bees are jealous
your nectar sweeter than their finest honey
the gods at odds
tossing coins at Fate -
ambrosia or you?
they have no answer
but for you i grew jewels
on my wings
rapid things
and for pleasure
un-measured
a long long tongue

tell me about the tongue ;)
 
I have another in the pipe line but alas my computer died so it is as yet unfinished
Sarcastic card to a pessimist
..
All chance won and lost
trade off don't you agree
something better will come along
just you wait and see
:D
 
Weiner Spitzer no one
quits her. Dollars spent
and message sent, photos
on public display. Have a happy
Election Day.​
 
It never did get finished but you can have where I got to thus far

Every night before I sleep
to rest my weary head
I think about the only time
you deigned to share my bed.

The way that you removed my socks
by pulling with your teeth
with no concern for the poor
tender toes beneath.

I've never ever had my cock
put through a marathon,
and can't look a copper in the eye
when I see his black baton.
 
Weiner Spitzer no one
quits her. Dollars spent
and message sent, photos
on public display. Have a happy
Election Day.​
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Was puzzled by this, finally hit it with bing, laughed at the cartoons and cried that someone would be denigrated for being human and seeking a natural comfort. Call this a card for the moral majority.
 
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Was puzzled by this, finally hit it with bing, laughed at the cartoons and cried that someone would be denigrated for being human and seeking a natural comfort. Call this a card for the moral majority.

Oh Harry. You're crying for the lack of understanding for Anthony Weiner and Eliot Spitzer from overmoralizing prigs like me? Did you read the part where both men were married at the time of their acts of human nature and natural comfort with other women? Or that Weiner's wife was pregnant with their first child while he was texting college students? Perhaps you read that he discovered these young women when they came to a twitter feed his wife started to help him with his career? But what's a little marriage and baby on the way have to do with a man's natural comfort, eh? Why should anyone care about the humanity of Mrs. Weiner and Mrs. Spitzer? And if anyone does, let's point out how unfairly these poor men have been treated.

I don't live in NYC but if I did I'd vote for Christine Quinn. She'd be the first woman mayor of the city and the first openly gay mayor. How do you like my morality now? :)

And I'm not even going to get into whether it's a great idea to spend one's poetry writing time on potential greeting card text, but to each his or her own.
 
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