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Valiant Sir Fellsman,
His pen is mightier than any sword.
His deeds reach across many seas and mountains,
Where Warlords and Dragons are counted,
On his tally of tasks and quests accomplished.
His code of honour protects many a virgins,
From bandits of scammers in Westwood,
He is more deadly than Clint Eastwood.
On days of thunder he plays bolt cannon,
And when Cupid calls,
He rent his bow and arrows,
Nothing escapes his eagle vision,
Nothing is lost in making his decision!
In battle beware his libido strength,
Taken full by maiden's bosom!
The wrath of Khan are lost on his brow,
His temper flare with tempest fiend!
His bow is only reserve for high wisdom,
His weakness is on the arm of a woman,
So has Samson ,so has Sir William,
Fallen and never risen...
The tale of Sir Fellsman told,
In poems at poetry Corner !
THE END

Bleed the day,
Make the most,
Time is short,
The end is close,
Enjoy to the fullest,
As time flies by,
Eat ,drink,and be merry,
For tommorrow we all may die...

Come on dance baby,
Let's me show you what I mean, Turn up the music,
Let me take your hand ,maria,
Come on weave your sexy magic,
Dance and shake your body for me!
Keep it simple baby,
No fancy foot steps,
Angry neighbours banging on my door,
Volume to max blasting my heart's content!
What is going on ,paula?
You are dancing like a zombie!
Let me show you my dancing move..
DJ spin my hottest dance song!
Beating heartbeat insync with thumping drums!
Move ,babies ,let's show how it's done!
Oh yeah ! Iron fists and rocking
Sway like a leaf ,to and fro ,
Move that body guys and feel the heat,
Getting dam hot and fast,
I cant keep it up! No stamina to follow the beat,
I'm done ,i'm finished !
The music still playing ,
But i'm just not in it.
The next best thing to do,
Just step by step slow robo..
Not like some monkey on high!
Give a pause ,a nod ,and begin,
Dance ,move like fire on your pants!
Pick up some funky rhythm, Come on,here we go again ...

Genetically engineered
Desired and appreciated,
It's creation is fact,
Yet still it's debated,
The sight alone makes maidens hearts sing,
Nowhere in nature could you find such a thing,
Petals so lovely with color so true,
If I were a rose I would be so blue..

I am a face in a crowd,somewhere,someone.
I am the rumbling mountain rage!
Blowing hot temper flare!
I am the desperate and lonely,
Seeking and wanting badly.
I am what I am and who I am! We are faces in the crowd,everywhere,everyone.
We are the rumbling mountains rage!
Blowing hot temper flares!
We are the desperate and lonely,
Searching and needing badly!
We are what we are and who we are!

Pardon my diving nose ,
But I Dont smell a rose!
What do you call this?
Poetry,tadpole or fish?
Sounds like a shopping list.
You're cooking the wrong dish!
It's call poem not blogs or magic,
So why post here is beyond logic.
No rhyme ,no rhythm ,does not matter ,
But no tale or meaning either!

A thousand steps
Walking a crooked fence
Would I save time
If i walked a straight line?

But I need it
Im lost
I feel confusion and dissmay
I don't know another way

I will follow where it goes
For I know where ive been
Everything I've done
Everything I've seen

So along the crooked fence i descend
A thousand steps to a dead end

A thousand steps, walking a crooked fence.
Where's the revalance, for my feet to transport such restlessness.
What's in sight, as I walk not knowing where I'm going.
Can't even see the light.
One thousand steps isn't long, just short of a mile. It's an eternity, in my mind can't waste any time.
I'd rather take a flight, and sore like a kite. Have to take these steps, haven't made it there yet. Wondering what I will find. " hoping for peace of mind". I'm not alone, these steps I cannot call my own.
Guidance is protecting me, as others take these steps with me.
Behold it's that crooked fence, staring back at me. I walked a thousand steps, how could this be? To come back to this crooked fence...why? What's it telling me?
" it's the story of my life". I've made it with strength and strive. Through all its curves and bends. A symbol of the past, & present to be.
A thousand steps, walking a crooked fence, has changed me....internally.

Perusing through the profiles
To appease my lonely sense
I stumbled upon a corner
With an interest of intense
A place where people share
Everything an all
To express what they feel
Life journey their call
They must feel at ease
As if they were at home
For at poet's corner
You are never really alone
Write what you may
Express what you must
The feeling at the corner
Is one you can trust
You can walk away
For a day or three
Each time you return
There is no fee
Just a welcomed return
Never to have met
Home to some
Others not to forget

Your heart is dead ,mine is lead!
A boom ,a thud is nothing with a heart.
Cheapsake ,drop dead ,mary had it very late!
Come on,romance , let me take you for a date !!!
The heart break,our life takes,
Not dead but pain,
Intense? Come on let's dance...
A hug for you ,is mean for me .
A kiss from you ,and all is well :)
Love not least from the lunatic fool,
Dont waste your time ,just jump in my swimming pool!
Oh gosh ! I forgot ...it's not mine ,oh hell just swim and smile.
Last not least ...dont forget ...your heart is not DEAD !