who i want to love & care
I feel warm and safe besides you That's how I know were true The love I hold inside for you Not enough words to describe I think to myself and say to me I hope your here now with me Cause your my only one in my life who I want to love more an
THE BEAUTY OF WOMAN
Who can resist radiant beauty shining from within the soul of a woman? When in her s*xual power, What man would not devour a woman? The seed makes it's journey to implant in the womb of a woman. Who bears the the child and helps it t
SELOTL
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, Oh, do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your stree
Charge to the Goddess
I wrote this to give homage to the great Goddess for she does come in many different ways within our lives.
Life Lesson From the Sea
While walking the beach today, I learned a few lessons. I collect sea glass and old collectibles, that wash up on shore. I find it very relaxing and adventurous! It isn't always easy to find these treasures, it takes patience and an eye to spot out t
Due Thanksgivimg
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. The American "Thanksgiving" is, basically, a harvest festival/feast. This banquet became known as “Thanksgiving”, because it was meant as a “Thanks Giving” to God, for the bounty He had given to His people. And this harvest banquet became an annual event, which, over the years, spread to all parts of what is now the United States of America. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year. And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”. It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine. But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His!
Due Thanksgiving
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. Our “Harvest Festival”, if you like. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year. And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”. It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine. But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His! And you might be interested to know that this poem was originally written in a 4 beat meter (as are the majority of my poems, for some reason I’ve never discovered/understood). But, after people bugging me to “do something” with this poem (which is one of the few poems of mine that I’ve shared, openly, with people who I thought might appreciate it) for somewhere around 30+ years, now, I’ve finally broken down and had a poster made up, with this poem. And, to do that, I tried to break it down into a more natural “spoken” rhythm, which is the version you just read. But there are actually several versions of this poem. (I have a propensity for RE-writing my poems. I NEVER consider one of my poems “finished”. They’re ALWAYS open to rewriting, if I think of a way to say something that “I” feel is “better” than my initial phrasing.) Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
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I've been having drink's setting through the night thought i should write it down before it leaves my life it's so hard to explain wasting time writing rhymes is a passion of mine and your picture can't get off my mind You say you're looking for
"Love Skyline"
Wintertime Wicked wind outside Staying indoors Waiting for friendly wings A glass of wine Hearts glide Streams interweaving moors My caring robin sings What a joy! Plain pleasure Delightful and Divine Naughty boy! Unpretentious trea
Under The Fridge
I should clean you more often, so i hear From the bugs that came out from there, last year. I should care and tidy, what others don't Got, I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot. It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw. Cause,
Stay positive, without it life comes to a standsti
I wrote these Keven
The American man! :)
That poem is for the American men!!!! It means the men are very h*rny, then!!!! I wrote it, because I love the hot, handsome, attractive, romantic and sexy men, who love the sex!!!!!
ODE TO A TWIN SOUL
ANT you cringe you flee but I stamp you out You are no more Yet we share endless living for neither of us can experience an existence that has ceased You ANT unable to even dream of Immortality have thus escaped it I who once y
Intimations of Immortality.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, Of glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find, Strenght in what remain behind.
hey poem
poem of love poem of night the poem that end of the above of the sky one you love ones you live ones you die ones you go to god in heaven there bird of the sky that fly on up the sky ones there love there allways great match for everyone this poem th
The Joys Of The Swnging LifeStyle
After more than 40 years of Swinging I learned a new term a couple of weeks ago, referred to as ‘Stags and Vixens’, which involves watching your partner have sex with another person. Couples who practice Stag and Vixen fantasies are not, however, automatically polyamorous or open. Stags and Vixens often only have sex this way in pre-arranged situations, having negotiated their boundaries and when they are both present. Most Stags and Vixens would still consider it cheating if their partner had s*xual contact with someone else without discussing it first. WHICH IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING FOR ALL THESE YEARS.
Just Words
Truth matters. Words matter. We cannot settle for the toxic discourse of the day. One reality, one truth and respect for others even those who disagree.
Image
The poem is about trying to find a romantic match Sometimes the devine can influence and arrange these things Hope you can connect with this
ode to you
past experiences
your fantastic
your superior and cool
Cowboy Astrological Signs
A friend and I came up with this on a cold winter's night recently while reminiscing. I hope it brings a smile or at least a chuckle to ya'll.
Cy's Unguis
From real life. Despite imperfections, the perception of beauty should always remain strong.