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sunset pearl
I can't touch you,
can't kiss you..
or just behind my comp's cold prohibition..
you,vertical image a virtual love...
I'd like breathe your thousand and one night scent,
thoughtfully yours,
my swinging grey skies wandering in your secret forests,
the load our voices blended in the warmth..
kittenly yours...
already time for life..
bye my bewitched liar..
About this poem:
cerebral celebration..I have a preference for impossible love and ..liars..
Tarnished and bent...
So, I placed it on your untouched dinner, you'd left on the bench.
Then I picked up the plate and walked ever so slow, to the bin,
thoughtlessly, I scraped it off with a fork, all tarnished and bent.
WINE
A thirst to quench
And whisky is dandy
Puts hairs on your chest
But nothing is so fine
Be it red, white or pink
From the fruit of the vine
Lets drink more wine
About this poem:
Just a bit of fun
Ice Cube Tray on Empty
bring you into my life
here somehow, into these
days where I warm my hands
on the soft coat of a
grandmother's lapdog,
is to deny a place
to the blanket of sadness
that wants to
marry me.
...
taste (14 words )
Drenched taste
Melting sweets
Tastes explodes
Rush of sences
Chewing
Sweets devoured
online today!Be-Twixed
I began melting in her hand
She dragged me to her dungeon cave
Where I was to obey her every command
She stripped away my golden wrap
While gazing at me with desire
I was so scared & a virgin too
In my ecclesiastical attire
She pressed her luscious lips against me
Licking, nibbling with excitement & glee
Submitting & surrendering my very self to her
Biting paraphilia, idiosyncrasy.
She made me what I am today
Yet I'm glad that I was born
An empty wrapper thrown away
Devoid of chocolate, all tattered & torn.
About this poem:
How do you like your chocolate?Party
it's not fun anymore
The buffet doesn't taste
The way I remembered
Food to be
I'd like to leave this party
Too depressed to drink
Too lazy to break confinement
My glass remains empty
I'd like to leave this party
And find a quiet place
Where an eagle's cry
Doesn't mean tears
Doesn't mean fears
Texas Roadhouse
People waiting outside in the cold
People waiting inside stacked
This overcrowding is getting old!
Then my name is called out
I got a table
It's hard to hear as the people shout
I hope my waiter is able
We get the chicken fried steak
Cinnamon butter roll
Seems someone made a mistake
Taking home peanuts and more rolls was my goal
Seems the waiter is too busy with many other tables to serve
I play my trivia game and electronic golf on the table device
I just didn't have the nerve
I should have asked for more than rice
So I'll go home
Next week I'll be back
To Texas Roadhouse I will roam
To get the cheesy fries and the big ol' brownie I lack
About this poem:
Using 50 dollars of gift cards, so the meal was free, next week I'll have seven dollars to put towards the next bill.A Gathering We Will Go
With salt in hand
To find small holes in the sand pouring in some salt out pops a sprout
That's for the pot
Onto the rocks we climb
A few musles we will find
Walking long the beach a few clams to find
Off to the market
A large lobster or crab for the pot
Into the woods insearch of more food a few button mushrooms chanterels
Mmm a coliflower mushroom oh what a find there lying in the ground
We take a shoot gun a few birds for the pot a nice bird stew a few sand fire greens wild spinach leaves and for afters some from the trees to make a nice sweet compot
you want tea
Dash for my tea cup
Milk for me tea
Tea bag for my
Magic brew
Hot steamy water for my tea cup
Stir my brew not to let it spill
Anti clockwise i stir my brew
Contiplating day ahead is it going to be a good day ahead I ponder over my magic brew my taste buds savouir my magic brew
Relaxed I feel savouiring my brew
Now to cook breakfast oh what a to do
To many thing to do burnt my toast mmm
Scrap the burnt bits of f with me knife
Butter me toast
Fry me bacon for me toast
Oh what a to Do
Think I'll make another brew
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