His Mother was the best nurse

[sadpoet]

His Father a Patient most unkind

She wanted to take daddy's Temperature Back there


yet he was a proud haughty man, not sublime...

Yet the nurse had a son, she only wanted

for her 2 favorite men to be well

good health to be for her 2 darlings, so father son tales they could tell.

She could ALWAYS tall ANYTHING to her dear young man

her son, for he wsa warm never cold

unlike the mean old grouchy husband.. who was growing so mean and so old

She gazed at the young man with a certain look

a certain look in her eyes.....


and she was a nurse and a mistress seducress,,, her young studly son .. worth a try....

The Old man had fallen asleep on the couth.. at about 930 pm

and the momma nurse and son were taking... some time they 2 would spend

they had both been drinking rather heavily..

the spirits about to kick in


"Son, you know I want you to be well... For I love you.. I am your BEST Friend..

Your Father he is no good to me..and hasne been for such a long time.

And I can tell you anything.. O be forever , yes mine."

And as things go.. one thing led.. O yes they led to another


and soon the son was tied up on his stomach on the bed

by his dear nurse mother...


And she had a large thermometer strapped on....to in the back door insert...


"Son, now calm down.. and just relax.. I promise that it may hurt...

but I promise also that it will bring you such great unimaginable pleasure...


For you are the truest love of my life... and my absolute total treasure."


And she ....took his temperature for 2 long hours... and the screams of such delight...

the pain and ecstasy.... he howled for joy... it was such blssful fright...

98.6 .. you are perfectly well.......i'll untie you roll over on your back...


O what a good soldier you are.. at full attention.... now commence to jack..

and he did as she bid at her request,,,, and she became so aroused...

and she mounted him,,, and he became the nurse,, she the patiet.. and they both screamed so loud


and he came up to his knees and grabbed her hips and pounded against her rear.....


and he brought her pleasure unlike the old man..... such plesure she hoped would never disappear...



the nurse and the patient... he made her feel so yound and refreshed and alive....



all was well in "the hospital" that night.... o yes.. everybody survived.....

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

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[sadpoet]

Hi Christina.. you sound like a most eclectic and wonderfullly gifted poet, a great mixture of the erotic and not so erotic..

I see the portfolio you have is alphabetized.. (logically so) I read you up to the one you wrote with the surprise ending "Chocolate!" That was cute



here's one I wrote based on Rollerball 2002 -

http://www.rollerball.com

Forever Young



The -men- on the Horsemen Team.....
O none were to Aurora anysort of Dream
One he introduced himself as 'Rabbit'
'Really' She asked him? Maybe he had a habit
that he couldnt poop out anything larger
than a raisin. (Let him play football for the chargers
O We have a Flasher. PEEK A BOO.
'Yeah I got one That big' (He was number one in her book too!)
On Court, She knew that Young Texan Strong.
Had come unto her from the Wild West, and would never do her wrong
surely not intentionally. With malice aforethought.
Oer the wide wide world hath for each other they sought.
He blew her kissesw on the court.
He was number one in her book too.
But truly and for real, Forever young, Forever True.
In The Sweaty Locker Room, In Old Kazakhstan
The Widow Claimed Her Pray. 40 Fingers and 8 hands
Did Clain a strong WHite Texan all for her own, That Asian Night
Sparks flew as wild as ever, Lit up All Kazakhstan, The Asian Night.
And Afterwards, Bare they lay Around the widow his arms wrapped tight.
Forever young the both would still yes be, both day and night.
O jonathan, my love, Untouchable you are.
But that is not important, neath these Bright Kazakhstan Stars.
I am who they they come after, You , a soldier must be.
O Jonathan, o yes, an angel you are forever to me.
For I know my dear dear angel, that mistakes for time to time
that you are bound to make, As you strive to skate the line
For the guys here all are males as are you, do understand.
But you stand head and shoulders above them, For you're a man.
A General of Generals, Petrovic will come against us.
It is now on your Shoulders. Jonathan, O please Denend Us.
The Story often told. He did Fight and PErsevere.
And yes he made mistakes. He was a man. It is most clear.
Aurora he did claim for his lvoe and his alone
He was a fighting warrior with firhgtinf heart, twas truly warm



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another One - For My Best Buddy in The World......

He is 41 today Nov 29 2004


Brian......


What I would give to see you again

10 1/2 years ahve passed my friend

through times good and times rather bad

happy ones and those quite sad

we stuck together through it all


helped each other through it all

we were on THE BEST of terms when we last saw each other


Happy 41st B-day My Best Buddy..like you, My Friend.. None other

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

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[sadpoet]

I know that as blank verse.....

4 line stanzas of ten syllables per line

10
10
10
10


10
10
10
10

and blank verse can have any number of stanzas



another form is blank verse sonnett

10
10
10
10
10
10
10
10
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10
10
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2 stnazas


the first stanza having 8 lines

the 2nd having 6


I wrote this one after having viewed the 1994 remake of "Frankenstein" Based on Mary Shelly's Book.. The Modern Prometheus

Upon Originals You cant Improve
No matter how hard one can strive and try
One imitates, but cannot duplicate.
From Mold Providence Makes, Then He Does Break.
Tis but a simple known and proven fact.
Uniquity is within all beings.
Human, subhuman, and vegetative.
And yes even within the small snowflakes
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For what is clone, but that without a soul?
Modern Prometheus, o dread monster.
Creation yes of Doctor Frankenstein.
Taken to pole of north and set ablaze.
The Doctor and his expedtion came
back home to europe. All was well again.


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[sadpoet]

Aurora stood before her john
no whore was she, he turned her on
the sparks they flew, how loud the song
she had grown weak, she wsa now strong

and they around old kazakhstan
did trek around old eastern land
the final battle, would they stand?
O yes they did, O hand in hand

 

[sadpoet]

yes John Could Keep her Satisfied
He was a special man
Aurora's Texan Come To her
With true Strength in his hands

But he was mortal as all men
and he did realize this
He won his love bak in the end
Twas thus sealed with a

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

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[WickedEve]

Christina

I didn't read all his poetry, but it seems that there is some improvement after the first poem. The first one is about sex and sometimes poets don't do as well with that theme. Maybe he was trying too hard to be kinky and ended up putting less effort into being poetic.

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

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[WickedEve]

*things that make ya go humm*

Prehaps you're right.

We'll just go humm until sad poet shows up and tells us all about it. You have me curious now.

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

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[LilDarlin]

ok..
Now I am gonna have to save this thread to se what happens.

I do hope someone (cough) is not taking other peeps poems.
Not right and very disturbing~~

Chris.. Glad to see ya on the look out.~*grins*

LilDarlin~

 

[thenry]

This you?

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

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[WickedEve]

Hmm, I guess we'll never know. He won't come back, which leaves more suspicious. Not cool

Umm, how'd you do tat? *grins*

You're like a pit bull, girl! You're scaring off new poets!

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

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