Most Commented Fable Poems (73)

keeping you like upon a dreaming time...
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..

a famous master known for his impertinence
visited master oshima's dojo,
well determined to bring the contradition.
after zazen,he asked master oshiba,a question:
honourable master,if I you practice zazen,
with the smile of buddah do you become the buddah ?
master oshiba retorted :
does the bird putting its droppings on the stony buddah's head,
will prevent him smilling ?

Gently cuts a gull
Slicing through a stormy sky
As gloomy dusk fall

By a fleeting touch of your hand
You light up my skin and my heart
And I know that you are the man
With whom I just can't bare to part.
I feel love and passion so deep
That I'd rather spend every night
Watching you quietly as you sleep,
Shining softly with love so bright.

Not a crush, nor habit, nor lust...
No, I know now I've found in you
The love of my present and past,
The star that shall never go out.
There's no other power so strong,
No emotion, no bond of trust,
Life without you is just all wrong,
You are my first love and my last.

Desire to love you haunts me
Wanting to kiss you taunts me
What shall I do, when I see you
That thought alone melts me!

you are one beauty larger then sea
I am the beast falling so deep!
Want to hold you from everywhere,
That thought alone raunch me!

Heart wants to melt
Soul wants to merge
Mind wants to tuned in,
Body has its own urge!

You can judge me for who I am,
Or love me with freedom, for what I am!
There is noo fullmoon without a mark
I want to be light for you
In the pitch dark!

on the corner of the streets in lay byes they stand
dressed in there rags to riches clutching their mobiles in hand
wondering where there next fix maybe
to escape their termoil of this land

punters come and go they like voultors prey on the volunable woman of the night
these women of ill repute, selling there bodies of there trade
some inocent some wanting fun ,most so volunable

intoxicated on drugs and alcahol, intoxicated they will sleep with any one
for that next fix they rely upon
to get trough there wretched day they toll away selling there bodies and souls to the pimps they know

locked in there daily trade never knowing
if they will be here today ,or gone tommorow
for on the streets they have to borrow
to make ends meet for there illect trade for thats the only work they know

we trembled with the evening tremors, whilst the moon lay weak.he rest. I blanked thee tender wind i breathe. thus deep in hearts you caress, we ate from mans earth,yed fed upon womens hand. Bloated with are gluttony we shelter west. sing no tunes,,the violin plays..! feel your warmth and lay to rest. the valley in far lost hills is yours to dwell, so behold,and cherish well..! we tremble in evening tremors, whikst the moon lay weak,I guess....!

a shot o'er the bough brought fear through the night
still, I wish you very much the same
never realizing the terrible chore
the unrealistic claim
that we both were to blame
no matter what our name
and who we chose to shame
or why we play the game
it always ends the same
we're human, expect little more

perspectives pick up the weakness of you now
the softness and bruising inside
I only try to help 'cause I know
the terrible thoughts in your mind
only leave you behind
and others of your kind
friends you may find
if they be of likemind
must have come from the same vine
thus securing that none ever grow

food on the table, but not a bite for me
nourishment? huh? what a joke!
I feed upon your vice and all you say is good
my belly fat with flab
from pronouncements that you blab
your failed attention for to grab
spotlight for diatribe
now you'll never hide
see your darkness deep inside
your heart is black, your mind is merely wood

Soft is a kitten all
fuzzy and new. Soft is
a baby in blue.

Soft is the love I'm
sending you. Soft is the
sky filled with sun. Warm
and filled with fun.

Soft is a hug you can't
stop. It is the birds that
fly atop.

Soft is a romance.
It' taking that chance.
Soft is a joyful dance.
Soft makes you feel
all comfy and warm.

Soft is laughter. Or
a newly wedded couple.
living Happy ever after.

Soft is you and I together
during a rain fall. You can
find softness everywhere.
Soft is you and me. Anyone
can see. I chose to use
only soft words. And not
too much others that harm.
Yes softness can be anywhere.
Soft I will always wear.

Forever it seemed, many hours a day,
she waited alone with no words to say.
Her husband had told her, time and again,
to question or talk was an insult to him.
For years and years, as time went right bye,
she never considered to just say goodbye.

Her friend, her best friend in fact,
spent many quiet years in fear of how she'd react.
What was it he yearned to say? Was silence the only way?

Overwhelmed and drowning in a sea of despair,
the years that she lost became too much to bear.
Afraid and alone, yet once again,
her shroud of apathy begins to cave in
as tears pierce through her lonesome veil,
the pillow muffled her explosive wail.

For several minutes, hours it seemed,
she cried, she whimpered and screamed,
but in a moment she shuttered in fear,
a knock on the door was quite plain to hear.
She struggled to wipe the tears from her eyes
as she stumbles to the door while repairing her guise,
she opens the door and to her surprise,
she finds herself the passenger as her best friend drives
and they live happily for the rest of their lives.