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[WickedEve]

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[The_Fool]

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[annaswirls]

its the damndest thing
you are here you are here you are here but never
when I need you
slip in the ring
propose to my knees
flower my navel
worship finger tips chipped and all

just wear fake ones you say
baby it doesn't matter

love me in my wake
love me from the table
but one time
one time
be
here

here

 

[annaswirls]

the world
in focus

a lost child
in my care
war war war

it cuts me down
pieces too small to swallow or spit anything besides
these woes and glow of

PLAY time scratches

put ice on it baby

stretch your mouth

do
something
else

yeah yeah Emily Dickenson put birds back in nests
yeah yeah I do it too

oh oh these shallow passages
can make me feel so TALL ha toes scrape the bottom as I swim my way back

and you do not even recognize me, do you lover

never saw me craw this low

telephone number zip code
they ask me
id me toy store food line
got my number got my number

feed my family he says
feed my family
and fuck if all I do
is run to wait for you

oh so lofty we are dizzy in thin air

 

[WickedEve]

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[ruminator]

Penetrating eyes
see through me
finding possibilities
in hands behind my back

Fingers clench
till knuckles white
tight in a grasp
without desire to escape.

Hold the thought
stay the course
pry the fantasies
from my fingers.

Listening eyes
faintest whispers
seen in the words
in hands behind my back.

 

[WickedEve]

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[RhymeFairy]

Oh Monkey man, a lover is he.
Always chasin the chicks, two or three.
We love his green fur, all a-mess,
Thinkin he is neva, at rest.

Smoky halo, from the ciggy in his mouth.
We all tell'n him, you shouda been from da south.
Paperback novels are not his thing.
He likes them with a pics of a ding-o-ling.

Big pouty, puffy lips, an those yummy, harry pits.
Err did I mention, he has tits?
He is our poet of the hour,
thinkin Oh Monkey man, needs ah showa.

So ro-bust, short though he may be,
He can teach ya how to ski.
A fine speciman of Monkey Lust
Hmm do ya know, he leaves All others in da dust.

He chases, runs them poet chicks all day long.
With his short lil legs, wrapped in a thong.
When he catches them, Woe to her.
She will live in the land of green fur.

Oh, to kiss those loverly lips,
get a shakin from those elast-c-o hips. * fans self *
He is the Monkey man of all he serves.
Oh, just looky at those curves. * pants *

You know, ya want him, No, do not deny.
I can hear, your wanting sigh.
He will love you, good ... long * OH so Longgggg *
While he fart whistles ya a song. * air freshna plez *

He is so romantic-co
We all want him for our bow. * pick me, pick me *jumpin up an down *
Err ya got any dough?
I do sow ya know.

As for this poet chick
I think, he an I click.
Ya know, I am just funnin my friend
An honor to you, I attend. * Wicked Evil Grins *

Poetry from my fun lovin heart.
Ya'll know I'm a fiesty lil tart. * strawberry, cherry, whats ya pleasure *
So take my words with a lotta salt.
I tell ya, its all that Wicked Eves' fault~ * pointin at Eve, she made me do it *





Err a confession I must make,
was all a mistake.
Eve is a good, innocent soul.
Now I'm eatin my crow~

 

[RhymeFairy]

I have erred, this I know.
So many mistakes,
one cannot tell.
Help me, to learn.
This I pray.

Show me, what to do.
Help me to make it, through.
Darkness surrounds,
taking me in.

I want so much ...
My needs are there,
showing there head,
every hour.

Taking my mind.
Bending it low.
Taking my heart,
shattering it to bits.

Reaching, loves fingers.
Grasping the tips.
Helping me through,
Taking away the bits.

I can see the light.
It shines so warm.
Cheek glistens,
unshed tears...

Hope, is here.
Thank you, my friend.
For showing me the light,
here in the end.

I knew it was possible.
Felt loves heat.
Scorching fires,
burning from within.

Love is stronger,
I shall see this, through.
For all this, leads me
to you ...

 

[WickedEve]

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[Guest]

Tea Party

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[Guest]

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[RhymeFairy]

see the ship
sailing for dry land
all aboard, know
there is hope

better future
for all who dare
cotton fluff fields
planted patiently

personalized boarders
of billowing thistles
crystal ball drops
to the filthy floor

no answer
forthcoming

share the crops
of times tight fist
raking in all
from the ship

show the meek
mercy my friend
drop the crops
within winds dusty hand

share what you can
for we fight, this fight
we meaningful few
for the young lives
that sail, on the morrow ...

 

[Angeline]

The gray sky is hanging
like cobwebs sunset
is drainiing down behind
the other side of sticky
if it would just rain splash
the asters and rosemary
lick a little relief down
their drooping limbs
if we just soaked up
a swallow or two redemption
might open sleeping eyes
or gentle them to the unravelling
silence leaning into the pines.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Life's Doorway~

cobwebs sticky, so irritably
clingy. like cotton candy.
on the mouth. licking so.
never, getting it all off.

spiders dips down, low.
attracting perilous prey,
within dooms morbid home.

eight forks ... spoons
shoveling, suckling.
slurping in majestic delight.

beady eyes, zeroing in.
down the hall, of all
is lost. venomously wrapping.
scrubbing, soft succulent flesh.

sharp fang straw, slices. bringing
forth life's blood. bright future
beckons. drop for drop. neatly
nourishing, the eminent future.

lil spiders spring up, wrapping.
webbing their hated homes,
across life's open doorway ...

 

[WickedEve]

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[WickedEve]

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[WickedEve]

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[Willow Rain]

Exposed

Oh Christ.
Now?
Here?
Just like this,
But people will see
What a horrid mess I make
Words spattered down my thighs.

Oh yes,
God yes,
I will lift my skirt higher.
Is that enough,
Not yet enough?

You grab my hands,
Don't edit.
I gasp.
but
please.
I have to.

Hot breath against my neck
Just show them.
Hard fingers down between my thighs
Red faced
Passion raw and unpretty
I groan and crumple
exposed
to every reader.

 

[denis hale]

QUIXOTIC EROTIC

Sweet Jesus

I am so turned on
by all that I have read
but more so do I

miss the man who
started this thread.

 

[RhymeFairy]

the call came through
loud ... clear
my love was on tha prowl
lil slow moans to excite
whispered longings
rushing out

having him close, my desire
slowly kiss his brow.
fingers running, scampering
to meet soft curls.
mouths dancing the red tango,
of passion.

his words racing, across my skin.
inhaling my core, of wanting need.
touching places with heated,
sultry intent.

 

[koichi]

I am the wind in your hair
the salt on your skin
the wetness across your lips
the darkness in your heart

 

[Guest]

No Icarus ending for me
feathers falling in disarray
tumbling head-long
passing puzzled pigeons
on the way clouds
don't cushion but part
politely moving aside
bumping thunderous
sparking forks to blind
my open eyes I want
to see the end
not fall heedless
headless into oblivion.

 

[Willow Rain]

Today I tell my friend for the first time,
Do it.
Don't wait.
Whatever you have to do,
don't waffle this time.

Six years she's been talking about separation,
divorce,
the steps.
She steps toward it,
and shys away.
She lives in fury.

Do it.
This time.
Don't step back in fear.

I am not a person who recomends
easy and early endings.
Marriage and commitment
are promises I have never taken lightly.

She lives in anger.
She breaths it.
She hit him.

He choses to be as a child
clings to his parents
lies to her.
Changes jobs with the seasons,
and offers no consistancy of soul.
In the ten years they have shared a bed
they have never consumated their marriage.

Leave.
I want to scream run.

She is loyal like a dog
and good hearted
but this has been too much for her.
She turns and coils
and has grown bitter and harsh
She bites at him
and flays open his back
with the razor of her tounge.

Go.

This time.
Her parents are coming
to talk to his.
They are both fourty
this is madness
but he won't talk to her about the ending.
The parents can perhaps make him move out.

She wants to threaten
to force his parents to make him grow up
take medication to make him able to focus
a bottle that might magic him into a man.

the plan is doomed.
he will not change.
this is who he is.

What she is becomeing tears my heart
this beautiful passionate woman
simmering into her hostility
until she is a bitter
woman
hard as bone.

I tell her
we can move you out in a day
four or five of us,
it can be done.

she says my mother
told me if he's not working I might have to pay allimony
I won't
I've paid too much

It is an excuse
Part of her loves him
It is not the part
that lifts her hand

leave.
For the first time
as your friend
I say it
with the whole of my heart
end this
before you become something
and someone
worth hating.

 

[flyguy69]

Sister Bay

Evening brings masts
home, stripped of their labor
and tolling welcome. They creak
to their final rest, slipped
and tied to bed.
Wharf lamps draw flies
into the web of yellow light
as a lullabye washes
over the rocks.

This bench wraps my back
like a lover's hand, stretches
evening from rose to violet.
I linger at the edge
of the harbor-master's gaze

Will you be sailing tonight, sir?

Not tonight. Tonight I am home.
A poet's home.