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Printablemissmad said: Girdle said: Nice Thread. Enjoying it.
My contribution to water and tears: ...tear drops ...tear drops on my face his voice sustained confessed my name day breaks time hearts rewind to form a kiss around my mind taste his birth when he grows old catch his teardrops with my soul baby's love malevolence touched by grace his heart repents eternal groove through time and space his passion's tear drops on my face. very nice!  It's your "Sound of Water" trickling down. That's my favorite of yours posted. I am not my Girdle. | |
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Girdle said: missmad said: very nice! It's your "Sound of Water" trickling down. That's my favorite of yours posted. ur welcome and glad! | |
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bring back tomorrow
It happened yesterday it happened too soon Tomorrow we were going to watch the moon "I love you" I was going to tell you Tomorrow... I'd love to go to a movie Tomorrow It happened yesterday It happened too soon Tomorrow we were going to fly a balloon "I love you" I was going to tell you Tomorrow I'd love to see your face Tomorrow I wish ...I could bring back tomorrow t 10/4/2007 my phone is heavy | |
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tony23k said: bring back tomorrow
It happened yesterday it happened too soon Tomorrow we were going to watch the moon "I love you" I was going to tell you Tomorrow... I'd love to go to a movie Tomorrow It happened yesterday It happened too soon Tomorrow we were going to fly a balloon "I love you" I was going to tell you Tomorrow I'd love to see your face Tomorrow I wish ...I could bring back tomorrow t 10/4/2007 very nice | |
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tony23k said: bring back tomorrow
Very real. Very nice.It happened yesterday it happened too soon Tomorrow we were going to watch the moon "I love you" I was going to tell you Tomorrow... I'd love to go to a movie Tomorrow It happened yesterday It happened too soon Tomorrow we were going to fly a balloon "I love you" I was going to tell you Tomorrow I'd love to see your face Tomorrow I wish ...I could bring back tomorrow t 10/4/2007 I am not my Girdle. | |
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At this point, let me just say that you're all writing some
really cool stuff.... Girdle, nice to see you joining in... your poetry is, and always has been a pleasure... Tony, I love what you've done so far....hopefully there will be more .... Drummingout, also a pleasure having you join in with your lovely creations... Missmad, thanks for your very nice comment on "The Power of Tears"... the most fun I had with that was the gif! lol When are you gonna post something new for us?? And EmbattleWarrior, last, but not in any way the least, you're work creates a lot of feeling in me..."Waiting For You" is well, beautiful...a better word is escaping me at the moment.... [Edited 10/4/07 21:44pm] | |
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As for me, I have nuthin!  [Edited 10/4/07 21:36pm] | |
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obsessed said: As for me, I have nuthin!
[Edited 10/4/07 21:36pm] something new from 2 weeks ago, nah hun sorry not yet
lol, i will soon! [Edited 10/5/07 0:59am] | |
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i wrote this earlier this year and just found it again
i think i posted it before, but hey its one of my better works (background about this poem, i was writing itw hile i was taking a Jazz history course in college, and was going to alot of ominous jazz nightclubs at the bottom of manhattan, IE The Village... I'm a really big Jack Keruoac fan, whos an author of the beat era in the 50's On this paticular night i was feeling like Dean Moriarity, a charachter from His Novel On The Road, a Dude who's pretty much infatuated with drugs, jazz and sex... And then i saw this girl with melting eyes that possessed my soul with a muse, i haven't seen again. All & all its pretty entertaining, Injoy) Round About Midnight Electric Lady Cometh Round about midnight in Manhattan, In a cafe on the lower west side, An Electric Lady comes to listen To a man breathing into his saxophone, Lightning strikes with each shake of her hips Under the blue lights of this hypnotic unwind. The very same hips that made Nero crazed and had him burn Rome to ash... In the corner to the left, On a stool at the bar I watch her.... Toiling away with pen and paper , Writing to the sway of the blue notes. My rhythmic scratches create the percussion For the rolling chord progressions , That give birth to the nights groove Staring at that bolt of lightning, consumed. by these tender fumes of Coltrane's blues. With the dimming lights conquering me, every word that i write belongs to her. I build a story of complex plots around her. fantastical dreams of whisking her away to the lusty corners of my lair. so she can... Electrify me. Arising like an ice age awaiting to be melted, I look around the cafe with Moriarty eyes A mischievous smile And a tongue craving satisfaction. I started digging the Bass, Digging the Keys, Digging that saxophone, who's calling home, tying this lady up in knots. I opened a window so the grooves can soothe the harbor, Who was growling because it missed its alabaster lover in the sky. And I sympathized looking at this Caramel Queen. Digging those legs that run long like the Nile River, Shaking my knees, making me quiver, Voluptuous breast like the Goddess Queen Isis, Well Electric Lady, i am Dionysus, The one and true God of wine, Hold me down, come drink my vine, and i'll be the sun that rises and sets in...be....tween your thighs. My tongue will feed you my life-force, attacking the fallen fortress of your Clit, Unsheathe and exposed, you'll feel my wrath, But in a gentle fashion of course, Meanwhile i'll message Your pressure points Until you cum like rain, Spreading that electricity... Give you the fruits of my nine shallow deep, Teasing and tempting that revolving equator, inside of you that heats up with each pump. I want to burn you from within, A burn that spreads through your body Like a sexual pyre, Spreading equanimity, love, and ecstasy. let me electrify you Intensively Hmm that Sax plays the Basin Street Blues Making Miles proud, i hear you howl, Digging the beat, Electric lady... But are you real or an apparition? If i hold my breath and twist my eyes Will i become your fruition. Will you become mines? Melt, than mold me into a blue note, so you can play me, kiss me, lick me, f u c k m e, Swallow me whole. Crazy caramel neon blue electric lady. Dim the lights down more So i can be the wind circling round your hips, Having your thighs forever molded Into my mind like the secret gold of Egypt. fuck all these words "Can i take you home, tonight" Electric lady... I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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Ill start another topic: Love ( being that was not prewritten u all gotta write ur next poem also from the top of ur heads.
NEXT TOPIC ALL: LOVE Lovely Mr Lovely Miss Red light surrounds Candle Flickering Rain drops pour Dark as night in here Tears on the window Tears in my soul Longing for closeness and heart Caress me, long for me George plays in the background "baby don't put it on" he tell me Trumpets and bass sing sofly to me Hopefully in the morning this continues Sensuality and sexuality erupt Hand in yours Roses are to be mine Close our eyes, listen to whispers Harder the rain pours Harder and softer I become Sunset gone, until tomorrow Whisper all you want Mr. I'm not moving until you stop Smooth and caring, icecream with fudge and nuts Every bite tastes like love Colors of emotion Rain, Bow to me Beautiful , luxorious sea Melted chocolate, cream, Love in all of its extremes. [Edited 10/5/07 17:55pm] | |
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obsessed said:[quote]
Drummingout, also a pleasure having you join in with your lovely creations... And it's a pleasure too, playing in your korner!  [Edited 10/5/07 5:10am] | |
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"very nice" missmad
"Very real. Very nice"Girdle Thank You
I appreciate the compliments. And it's a pleasure reading your poetry too. my phone is heavy | |
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obsessed said: At this point, let me just say that you're all writing some
really cool stuff.... Tony, I love what you've done so far....hopefully there will be more .... ty obsessed being in the company of truly gifted poets is refreshing. ..and inspiring 
my phone is heavy | |
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tony23k said: obsessed said: At this point, let me just say that you're all writing some
really cool stuff.... Tony, I love what you've done so far....hopefully there will be more .... ty obsessed being in the company of truly gifted poets is refreshing. ..and inspiring
That's exactly why I'm "humbled" as a new poet, but also imspired at the same time.... | |
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Damn, "inspired would be the word!
Well now the more serious side just disappeared, but I didn't want another edit... | |
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EmbattledWarrior said: i wrote this earlier this year and just found it again
i think i posted it before, but hey its one of my better works (background about this poem, i was writing itw hile i was taking a Jazz history course in college, and was going to alot of ominous jazz nightclubs at the bottom of manhattan, IE The Village... I'm a really big Jack Keruoac fan, whos an author of the beat era in the 50's On this paticular night i was feeling like Dean Moriarity, a charachter from His Novel On The Road, a Dude who's pretty much infatuated with drugs, jazz and sex... And then i saw this girl with melting eyes that possessed my soul with a muse, i haven't seen again. All & all its pretty entertaining, Injoy) Round About Midnight Electric Lady Cometh Round about midnight in Manhattan, In a cafe on the lower west side, An Electric Lady comes to listen To a man breathing into his saxophone, Lightning strikes with each shake of her hips Under the blue lights of this hypnotic unwind. The very same hips that made Nero crazed and had him burn Rome to ash... In the corner to the left, On a stool at the bar I watch her.... Toiling away with pen and paper , Writing to the sway of the blue notes. My rhythmic scratches create the percussion For the rolling chord progressions , That give birth to the nights groove Staring at that bolt of lightning, consumed. by these tender fumes of Coltrane's blues. With the dimming lights conquering me, every word that i write belongs to her. I build a story of complex plots around her. fantastical dreams of whisking her away to the lusty corners of my lair. so she can... Electrify me. Arising like an ice age awaiting to be melted, I look around the cafe with Moriarty eyes A mischievous smile And a tongue craving satisfaction. I started digging the Bass, Digging the Keys, Digging that saxophone, who's calling home, tying this lady up in knots. I opened a window so the grooves can soothe the harbor, Who was growling because it missed its alabaster lover in the sky. And I sympathized looking at this Caramel Queen. Digging those legs that run long like the Nile River, Shaking my knees, making me quiver, Voluptuous breast like the Goddess Queen Isis, Well Electric Lady, i am Dionysus, The one and true God of wine, Hold me down, come drink my vine, and i'll be the sun that rises and sets in...be....tween your thighs. My tongue will feed you my life-force, attacking the fallen fortress of your Clit, Unsheathe and exposed, you'll feel my wrath, But in a gentle fashion of course, Meanwhile i'll message Your pressure points Until you cum like rain, Spreading that electricity... Give you the fruits of my nine shallow deep, Teasing and tempting that revolving equator, inside of you that heats up with each pump. I want to burn you from within, A burn that spreads through your body Like a sexual pyre, Spreading equanimity, love, and ecstasy. let me electrify you Intensively Hmm that Sax plays the Basin Street Blues Making Miles proud, i hear you howl, Digging the beat, Electric lady... But are you real or an apparition? If i hold my breath and twist my eyes Will i become your fruition. Will you become mines? Melt, than mold me into a blue note, so you can play me, kiss me, lick me, f u c k m e, Swallow me whole. Crazy caramel neon blue electric lady. Dim the lights down more So i can be the wind circling round your hips, Having your thighs forever molded Into my mind like the secret gold of Egypt. fuck all these words "Can i take you home, tonight" Electric lady... Yah, I remember reading this...it certainly doesn't leave much to the imagination... lol | |
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In My Dreams
There's a land I go to in my dreams where sunset meets the horizon and the birds sing their sweet lullaby. While I listen to the songs of darkness and lay my head upon my pillow thoughts of you permeate my mind a little at a time... Your tousled head of golden hair your lips that taste like honey wine your slender body next to mine. We've never even kissed but in my dreams it's more than this. | |
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drummingout said: obsessed said: Drummingout, also a pleasure having you join in with your lovely creations... And it's a pleasure too, playing in your korner!
The pleasure is all mine.... | |
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obsessed said: In My Dreams
There's a land I go to in my dreams where sunset meets the horizon and the birds sing their sweet lullaby. While I listen to the songs of darkness and lay my head upon my pillow thoughts of you permeate my mind a little at a time... Your tousled head of golden hair your lips that taste like honey wine your slender body next to mine. We've never even kissed but in my dreams it's more than this. Honey wine, kissed by Tennessee lilac, Each syrupy drop i taste knocks me over like a hurricane, Lulling me into a dream Dreams where you still remain Wanting and waiting more and more Love know this... I would've held your mothers hand on the day you were born Soaked up your diamond cutting eyes as they run through my veins like a long black river Unlocking the vast kingdoms of my heart I bow to you I live for you And if you should say i am no longer needed I'd happily take my life for i've served my purpose I applaud you nurturing mother i humbly lie in the coolth of your protection For without you I am truly nothing I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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Dreams
Can the soul really escape? One's hopes should escalate Wandering thoughts,while asleep Is this real? Or do we all count sheep? Puzzled when awakened Amused,Frightened,Shaken Is this real? Or just a dream... t my phone is heavy | |
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Lost Dream Lost
When I lay awake at night thoughts of you feel so right anticipating dreams of you and all the things we will do Set the scene the covers are clean Slowly I drift and when the dream comes, I drift Morning comes the dream is no more walk out the door I drift my phone is heavy | |
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tony23k said: Dreams
Can the soul really escape? One's hopes should escalate Wandering thoughts,while asleep Is this real? Or do we all count sheep? Puzzled when awakened Amused,Frightened,Shaken Is this real? Or just a dream... gorgeous! t | |
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tony23k said: Lost Dream Lost
When I lay awake at night thoughts of you feel so right anticipating dreams of you and all the things we will do Set the scene the covers are clean Slowly I drift and when the dream comes, I drift Morning comes the dream is no more walk out the door I drift simple, like it a lot | |
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contribution to love:
Shape of love Last 4 letters falling from me indelible crimson stains in transcendental ink A hieroglyph a shattered myth merely shapes to sell their plates in local tourist traps But they will never understand a sacrificial heart is not in vain it tells a story in the shape of love and bleeds out all the pain Do you see the writing drying on my floor? Do you see the price of always wanting more? An artifact a treasured hack to validate a masquerade to buy their own escape But they will never understand a sacrificial heart is not in vain it tells a story in the shape of love and bleeds out all the pain I am not my Girdle. | |
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Reading that back, after posting, it kinda looks a bit suicidal.
It's not. It's only dramatic for the sake of getting attention, and stuff. I am not my Girdle. | |
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Girdle said: contribution to love:
Shape of love Last 4 letters falling from me indelible crimson stains in transcendental ink A hieroglyph a shattered myth merely shapes to sell their plates in local tourist traps But they will never understand a sacrificial heart is not in vain it tells a story in the shape of love and bleeds out all the pain Do you see the writing drying on my floor? Do you see the price of always wanting more? An artifact a treasured hack to validate a masquerade to buy their own escape But they will never understand a sacrificial heart is not in vain it tells a story in the shape of love and bleeds out all the pain lovely!!!!! | |
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EmbattledWarrior said: obsessed said: In My Dreams
There's a land I go to in my dreams where sunset meets the horizon and the birds sing their sweet lullaby. While I listen to the songs of darkness and lay my head upon my pillow thoughts of you permeate my mind a little at a time... Your tousled head of golden hair your lips that taste like honey wine your slender body next to mine. We've never even kissed but in my dreams it's more than this. Honey wine, kissed by Tennessee lilac, Each syrupy drop i taste knocks me over like a hurricane, Lulling me into a dream Dreams where you still remain Wanting and waiting more and more Love know this... I would've held your mothers hand on the day you were born Soaked up your diamond cutting eyes as they run through my veins like a long black river Unlocking the vast kingdoms of my heart I bow to you I live for you And if you should say i am no longer needed I'd happily take my life for i've served my purpose I applaud you nurturing mother i humbly lie in the coolth of your protection For without you I am truly nothing Nice collaboration...sort of Romeo and Julietish.... lol And coolth apparently liveth.... lol Beautiful.... [Edited 10/7/07 20:27pm] | |
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tony23k said: bring back tomorrow
It happened yesterday it happened too soon Tomorrow we were going to watch the moon "I love you" I was going to tell you Tomorrow... I'd love to go to a movie Tomorrow It happened yesterday It happened too soon Tomorrow we were going to fly a balloon "I love you" I was going to tell you Tomorrow I'd love to see your face Tomorrow I wish ...I could bring back tomorrow t 10/4/2007 Went back and read this...it's very meaningful, beautiful.... | |
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I just have 2 say...All of your Poetry is just lovely
Obsessed 
EmbattledWarrior
MissMad
Tony23k
Drummingout
Girdle
Thank U all for sharing 
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obsessed said: EmbattledWarrior said: Honey wine, kissed by Tennessee lilac, Each syrupy drop i taste knocks me over like a hurricane, Lulling me into a dream Dreams where you still remain Wanting and waiting more and more Love know this... I would've held your mothers hand on the day you were born Soaked up your diamond cutting eyes as they run through my veins like a long black river Unlocking the vast kingdoms of my heart I bow to you I live for you And if you should say i am no longer needed I'd happily take my life for i've served my purpose I applaud you nurturing mother i humbly lie in the coolth of your protection For without you I am truly nothing Nice collaboration...sort of Romeo and Julietish.... lol And coolth apparently liveth.... lol Beautiful.... [Edited 10/7/07 20:27pm] you're too nice ... i know that was truly awful... lol hehe I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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