About CS Poems (263)

I can't blog yet
But I can write
Poetryeee he he he

Catch me if you can
Have you seen
Meeeeeeeeee he he he

Won't be long and you'll
Be sick of
Meeeeeeeeee he he he

But until then...
Te he he he he he!

Sure you are petty; you look good behind! I labeled you sexy, that, you didn't mind. You are well educated, there is no doubt. I feel so elated, when we "make-out". Oh! what a cleavage: those georgeous-breast express. You perfect "that image", in your pretty dress. You got it all; makes the eyes desire! Men will always "call", while friends will admire. You are so comely; girl you're so cute! I say so sincerely, i say so in-truth. Let's talk about marriage, the nuptials, the "we". Letting go the "baggage"; let's silence the "me"!. So my dear, woman, prepare to be a wife! "Be ready", for a Husband, or "girlfriend" for life! Be a woman of virtue, a woman of praise! With character to admire; not a body for "gaze". Second grade is girlfriend; it's the inferior life! virtue and beauty blend, turns girlfriend into wife!

It can be risky
Posting a blog
Flaying myself open
Like a sardine can
Or a lid off a can of
Soup

Many rabid dogs
Wait
White foamy bubbles
Collecting in the corners of
Their "smiles"

It is the freedom of
Speach
The freedom to insult
The freedom to make light
And so it goes

I protect myself against
The angry rabid dogs
Of Blog

I pull on my heavy
Jeans that sing the blues
I slip my arms
Into my leather
Armor
And I lace up my
Steel-toed boots

Ready to take a walk
In the land of Blog

But that's not all
I have my Glock that
Rocks
In hand and safety off
And I am ready to
Defend myself

The Right to Bear Arms
The right to stare a
Bully in their narrow eyes
I am ready to swing my arm
Around

Halt, with open sight
Resting between the eyes
Of those rabid smiling dogs of Blog

CHRISTMAS MAIL
I have a list of people I know, all logged in my computer,
And now at Christmas time I have gone to take a look.

And that is when I realize that these names are a part,
Not of the computer they're stored in, but of my heart.
For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path sometime,
And in that meeting they've become the rhythm in each rhyme.
And while it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim,
I feel that I'm composed of each remembered name.

And while you may not be aware of any special link,
Just meeting you has changed my life, a lot more than you think!
For once I have met somebody, the years cannot erase,
The memory of a pleasant word (or E-mail) or of a friendly face.
So never think my Christmas E-mails are just a mere routine,
Of names upon an address list, forgotten in between.

For when I do a Christmas E-mail that is addressed to you,
It's because you're on the list of people I'm indebted to.
And whether I have known you for many years or few,
In some way you have been a part of shaping things I do.
And now that Christmas has come, I realize anew,
The best gift life can offer is meeting people like you.

To c.s. or not to c.s. , that is the question , I pondered , to venture once again , would I make a new friend , or would my efforts flounder. I entered the game , put my picture and name , began my lovelorn search.To my shock and amaze , new friends came my way , and found that this thing really works. I blog and I write poetry with delight , I have made some most wonderful friends. Dates and good friends , my fun has no end , and just may have the love of my life....

Just like to thank those that have been kind to me the short time i was here. I have been lucky enough to find my love on here and will spend my time on that. Might pop in once in a while to read some of the poetry. There are so many brilliant poets here. Sorry that I did not get to comment to all of them. Thank you one and all for your kindness.

Kickit rolled into town
Tyres hot and smoking
Pulled up next to Billiegirl's van
A Kombi with purple flowers
Hand in hand they walked along
Slyly stealing kisses
Round and around the poets cheered
Two legends to see united
Jazzy was there pacing around
Busy writing some poetry
Finding out that's not so easy to write
One that smokes with intensity
Pinkpoetress was helping her
Encouraging her writing
Happygolucky when she arrived
Off into the woods she ran
Last words heard 'one of these frogs'
Then out she came with handsome man
Surely a Prince of some sort
Only thing that seemed bit strange
Was the glow of green from skin
There was Redex with brush in hand
Practising poetry for performance
Back and forth she waved it around
Until finally she was happy
Poetnumber1 in Porsche arrives
With lots of girls in tow
Just came back from holidays
With all his fresh new poems
Earlgreytea so sober stood
Conversing with SundaySilence
Inside the place was really jumping
Up stood elo to read new poem
This poem titled 'Frustrated'
He waved his hand, a hush fell
And then he spoke his poem

Frustrated

The crowd went wild for never before
Had they heard a poem so succinct
A poem of only one word
That was never heard of before
Next came Fellsman, a man, a legend
Who's poetry was so precise
The crowd so silent, mouths wide open
The words as sweet as honey
The words they rhymed back and forth
They rhymed up and down
And just to show how good he was
He rhymed them inside out
One after another up they came
There was niah and marikia
With Topaz underfoot
Followed by Odette and andrew
Agoodguy and cafetwo and Country Lady
Netman, boyshchrm and paloma
Thelmatalla up she stood
To read her 'I Love You CS Poets'
Swade read while Ladybee watched
And Mcduff made ready to recite
Ayhra though tired from Adelaide came
Not wishing to miss the bash
Itchywitch from Ireland flew in
On a sad old tired broom
And even freepoetry made appearance
SunNieS gLinnTing bY StagELighT
One by one up they went
Then finally it finished
The crowd was hoarse and with aching hands
All worn out and tired
The day was done
Each read their work
Next year there'll be another

If you were to pass by a book of my poetry in a book store and read a bit...would it be something you just flipped through or would it be something you actually purchased?
Please be honest...I'm curious as to whether I should write a book of poetry or just leave it as a hobby...all comments welcome please...good or bad =) !!

The day is ending time to say good night,
Until tomorrow I hope that you sleep tight.
As the sun rises high in the blue sky,
I hope that your dreams and hopes also fly.

To gain success we must give it our all,
If we Never try, we will never fall.
To gain control, to succeed is a must,
But in order to do this, we do have to trust.

Now I'll say good night, I hope you sleep well,
I hope that your dreams are as pleasant as hell.
With no nightmares to enter your head
As you sleep all night comfortable in bed.

Welcome to C.S. on line
A place to chill with a glass of wine

Time to choose a user name,
Boy oh boy there's lots the same.

Now for the password what to choose
Whatever I pick there's nothing to lose.

Choose a photo,which will it be,
I guess it's best to look like me

At last I'm in and ready to play
Who shall I contact first today:

People here from everywhere,
Hurry up no time to stare

I'll send a flower he looks nice
Hope he doesn't want advice!

Got a reply oh how sweet.
I'm not so keen now ,press delete

Goodness me ,my mailbox is red!
Hope it's from that guy called Fred

In the forums to shed some light,
Goodness me not another fight

Don't agree with everyone
What the hell,it's all good fun.

So lighten up, enjoy ,it's fine
Meeting up on the C.S. line