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Miraculous, munificent your amber waves doth glow. Of gaseous masses, planets far-an other worldly show. Round and gold and beautiful You make my senses shine. Oh mother moon your lustrous and magnificently divine.
sitting on a park bench
To behold the chest:-) Of hairy man His flesh ripped and toned With strengh of ten Legs bulging His iron grip Buttocks hard and clenched Tinny trunks hide what's not to see He massages tones his body His daily routine Hours a
to all survivors of the septmber flood that hit colorado,canada,mexico etc. may you find peace and courage and receve gods blessings in your troubled times.
The dead of summer in Saudi Arabia can be boring. Inspired by the book Eunoia by Christian Bok.
I see this every morning and was moved to express this simple little joy!
Just one of those night and can not sleep, hope the next will be a better one.....
You sit on the beach, and watch the sun set You gaze way out beyond the cliff, and watch it rise Who is trying to deceive you gentiles? It is only me that spins I am Earth
Sparrows shouting and black birds too How I wish I was in the uruweras with you Only the thrush is mellow and inventive If somewhat clichéd The tui speaks with nectiferous eloquence If only I could heat their jazzy solos Sung over the son
He says. Read only work ''A'' leave other works! clean ur hearts.. how much u will read papers. meaning;A.means first (God)
The nest morning, the same signs, With a trail of poo on the mattress, Which is horizontal, on it's edge. But still no Opie. Deciding that there's nothing I can Do for the moment, I leave him A bowl of cat food and water. I've got a friend
with thanks, (and sincere apologies) to Cole Porter
For some they forget about the little houses on the hilltops...
inspired by a scientist.
On the chair the lady sits Her bare bum her bumps and all :-) Her long flowing blonde hair barly. Covers her bum At there canveses the group Their paints and brushes in hand ready to paint they Wait for the perfect naked pose T
My life an hourglass Top unseen; season unknown Never to be turned.
It is a day of strong winds Debris streams down the street People lean into the wind Umberellas invert and rip At home the storm moans and shrieks Trees are down on the roads Smashing houses and cars And so we curse the weather Take care
what can I say I just love to write about all things in life
While thinking on "nothing", I was inspired to write this.
A poem describing the coming of winter.
hmmm...
under my previous serpico12
Descriptive verse of the end of a storm. Nothing personal.
To illustrate the all creatures great and small have feelings and have a family to rear. So, unless its food for the table leave nature as it was intended. Free
Thoughts in rain, try to write down but am not a good writer.I want to learn... So please bear with me.Thanks. PS: The typical Spring days in Shanghai drizzled often mixed with fallen leaves ... Sometimes you can walk on street with no umbrella and can enjoy this misty rain as well ...
If I were the water of your natural bath, I would change the natural order of things, And stay and wait for your naked return. ~SAS~
SEASONAL......HERALD....
The lovely task of pulling weeds and just enjoying solitude. Nobody will bother you or try and take your job away. It is blessedly peaceful and mindfulness all wrapped in one.
The hunter set off just before the gloaming adjusting the straps of his high powered rifle it was a long way to where the stag usually fed a majestic stag sprouting twelve point antlers Climbing high up the rugged mountain side he trekked fast
hmmmmm.....
was dreaming of summer and the warm, comforting breeze..with the moon shining down
Sometimes it is nice to be quiet and not a word said SSSHHHHHHHH ah it is so sweet the quiet place.....
As a young boy I witnessed first hand, the degradation and the final result 57 years later.
Tides in the light of her eyes dreams the soul of autumn sky's as water and memory rise tell of each leaf the colors arise beauty's river seasons will baptize green to red and the golden prize
The ground is filled with colors as if the leaves were flowers decorating it with different colors to show the beauty it poseeses. Can you pick out what makes you feel warmth from this scene. Letting us know it is mother's way of bla
what to say.. i love it
a word of advise to u on whatever deeds you r doing right now either bad or good,you shall reap it.
The lightning cleft the sky apart turning momentarily night to day. Enormous forks cleaving the heavens whilst sheets scatter the clouds. Uprooting trees as it strikes and setting some on fire to blaze away. While animals and birds cower tu
I rise, bright darkness giving way. The house feels different without the intrusion of day. I know this hall as an old friend should, night our sweet love song. I pass the clock, slower now, for it knows the night is long. Everything is better he
its about the snow to come in DE
I love each one anew
just being me
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