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FLOWER
You make your way down the garden path,
And amongst the wood and brush you espy my flower.
With gentle fingers - you the petals do part
Then bury your face within - to partake
Of the sweet fragranced scented aroma.
The sweet frangrance of my flower
Causing every fibre of your being to become aroused
As you drink in the moments of this hour -
The perfume, the coloured hues, the brilliant design.
You allow your soft lips to sip
The nectar hidden within.
You trace the outline of the stamen
Ever so softly with your tongue - tainted
With the taste of nectar
From my beautiful flower.
You pry the petals open
And thrust your fingers into the main vortex
Threatening to tear the gentle soul
And senses of my flower apart.
From your throat come muted
Moans and groans of exquisite pleasure
As you continue to thrust your fingers
Until you climax in the centre
Of my exquiste flower.
And amongst the wood and brush you espy my flower.
With gentle fingers - you the petals do part
Then bury your face within - to partake
Of the sweet fragranced scented aroma.
The sweet frangrance of my flower
Causing every fibre of your being to become aroused
As you drink in the moments of this hour -
The perfume, the coloured hues, the brilliant design.
You allow your soft lips to sip
The nectar hidden within.
You trace the outline of the stamen
Ever so softly with your tongue - tainted
With the taste of nectar
From my beautiful flower.
You pry the petals open
And thrust your fingers into the main vortex
Threatening to tear the gentle soul
And senses of my flower apart.
From your throat come muted
Moans and groans of exquisite pleasure
As you continue to thrust your fingers
Until you climax in the centre
Of my exquiste flower.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
I met someone at a poetry site and he inspired me to write this.SHE
Small, wizened, brown she
Harvesting wheat in the field
All alone in the quiet of the early morn
As sun's rays touched the earth and were born.
Nothing but silence pierced the air -
No birds to be seen or heard anywhere.
Out of the corner of her eye
She saw that creature so foul and sly,
So she ran to find the biggest tree
So she could climb up it to be free.
She ran and the foul creature chased
Until she found the biggest tree's base.
She climbed up it nimbly and quick
Till she reached the very last stick.
Then she stood on tiptoes and bared
Her brown arms, and with eyes stared
Towards the heavens, to Father Sky
As she called out to him, he heard her cry.
Suddenly she grew wings of silk
The color of silver and new warm milk.
She spread her wings and flew high
To the heavens, to her Father Sky,
Whilst far down below the beast
Was seen slinking through the wheat.
Harvesting wheat in the field
All alone in the quiet of the early morn
As sun's rays touched the earth and were born.
Nothing but silence pierced the air -
No birds to be seen or heard anywhere.
Out of the corner of her eye
She saw that creature so foul and sly,
So she ran to find the biggest tree
So she could climb up it to be free.
She ran and the foul creature chased
Until she found the biggest tree's base.
She climbed up it nimbly and quick
Till she reached the very last stick.
Then she stood on tiptoes and bared
Her brown arms, and with eyes stared
Towards the heavens, to Father Sky
As she called out to him, he heard her cry.
Suddenly she grew wings of silk
The color of silver and new warm milk.
She spread her wings and flew high
To the heavens, to her Father Sky,
Whilst far down below the beast
Was seen slinking through the wheat.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
Just an abstract piece.I'll Stay For A While ...
"Rest your weary nodding head
Upon this mossy stone for a bed
While I sing a sweet lullaby -
If you fall asleep, I'll stay for a while.
I'll stay all night if you want me to
Singing soft lullabies by the light of the moon
Under the lavender and jasmine too
Their sweet scents chase away the blues.
Tomorrow when the sun is high
And swallows are flying in the sky,
I'll skip with you down Foxes Lane
And to your village I'll point the way.
No, I cannot go with you all the way
For I must go back to my fen to stay.
But you can come and play anyday
As long as your mum says it's okay.
Come back soon one day again
To where we are in the fairy glen
Across the fields and through the woods,
Over the stream and beyond the moors.
We'll play on the dunes with the sandy folk
And listen to the waves as they heave and drone.
We'll dance to the song of the garden larks
And play long after it has become dark.
Then you can rest your weary and nodding head
On a mossy stone or in my lap instead.
I'll sing sweet lullabies till the moon is high
And if you fall asleep, I'll stay for a while."
Upon this mossy stone for a bed
While I sing a sweet lullaby -
If you fall asleep, I'll stay for a while.
I'll stay all night if you want me to
Singing soft lullabies by the light of the moon
Under the lavender and jasmine too
Their sweet scents chase away the blues.
Tomorrow when the sun is high
And swallows are flying in the sky,
I'll skip with you down Foxes Lane
And to your village I'll point the way.
No, I cannot go with you all the way
For I must go back to my fen to stay.
But you can come and play anyday
As long as your mum says it's okay.
Come back soon one day again
To where we are in the fairy glen
Across the fields and through the woods,
Over the stream and beyond the moors.
We'll play on the dunes with the sandy folk
And listen to the waves as they heave and drone.
We'll dance to the song of the garden larks
And play long after it has become dark.
Then you can rest your weary and nodding head
On a mossy stone or in my lap instead.
I'll sing sweet lullabies till the moon is high
And if you fall asleep, I'll stay for a while."
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
No particular reason for writing this - I just have an overactive imagination. xxYour Essence
I know if I sit quietly in your presence
To me you will impart your essence.
I feel your pain and anguish as you linger in
The solemn and drawn shadows of your inner being.
As I sense your deepness, you mood unfurls
As you inspire my thoughts processing them into words.
I cannot fathom in one day all the pain
The anger, the anguish, the torment, the rage.
I try to understand by listening to your words
By sensing your inner most being - letting it unfurl
As I sit quietly in your captivating presence
Waiting for you to impart to me your essence.
To me you will impart your essence.
I feel your pain and anguish as you linger in
The solemn and drawn shadows of your inner being.
As I sense your deepness, you mood unfurls
As you inspire my thoughts processing them into words.
I cannot fathom in one day all the pain
The anger, the anguish, the torment, the rage.
I try to understand by listening to your words
By sensing your inner most being - letting it unfurl
As I sit quietly in your captivating presence
Waiting for you to impart to me your essence.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
I met this guy last year who was an exceptional dark poet. I loved his work and he isnpired me to write this.Walking Hand In Hand
Walking hand in hand, at the end of the day
Digging bare toes into golden sand, not much to say.
Russet sun dips low, between strips of palm trees
We laugh and scream as we run down to meet the sea.
We strip our clothes off fast; last one in is a rotten egg,
Feel this cold salty water cool bodies, arms and legs.
We chase and play in much the same way
As sea creatures or dolphins with their mates play.
Jumping over white crests, then plunging down to the depths
We swim deeper still beneath and hold our breaths.
When the last russet rays are peeping over the bay
And the night air grows cold, we stop our play.
Run to where our clothes lie strewn on golden sand
Get dressed quicky, then walk home hand in hand.
Digging bare toes into golden sand, not much to say.
Russet sun dips low, between strips of palm trees
We laugh and scream as we run down to meet the sea.
We strip our clothes off fast; last one in is a rotten egg,
Feel this cold salty water cool bodies, arms and legs.
We chase and play in much the same way
As sea creatures or dolphins with their mates play.
Jumping over white crests, then plunging down to the depths
We swim deeper still beneath and hold our breaths.
When the last russet rays are peeping over the bay
And the night air grows cold, we stop our play.
Run to where our clothes lie strewn on golden sand
Get dressed quicky, then walk home hand in hand.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
I wrote this for a contest and won SILVER for this poem. It was written from a memory I have as a young girl when I first discovered love. I am sure we have all been in that place before. Enjoy. xx
all dreams are gone
They took off in the wind.
Just like all the songs no one finished.
Nobody is kissing,
Everyone is sighing,
Tired and worn out from another useless day.
Every tear is done,
No hugs for anyone,
Just another song about another hopeless cause.
I no longer wish to live,
In this world of broken promises,
Where loved ones live in lies, then slowly fade away.
I just want to die,
And hope there's some sort of heaven:
Over the rainbow, lie down in meadows.
There's nothing left in the world.
All my dreams are gone;
I'm useless without them sleeping with me.
Goodbye, you stupid world,
Living for nothing, hoping for something,
When all you have to do is die to get your way.
I'm leaving tonight,
While the stars are bright,
So they can catch me in my tears
And fly me straight to heaven.
where tears wail no more
Just like all the songs no one finished.
Nobody is kissing,
Everyone is sighing,
Tired and worn out from another useless day.
Every tear is done,
No hugs for anyone,
Just another song about another hopeless cause.
I no longer wish to live,
In this world of broken promises,
Where loved ones live in lies, then slowly fade away.
I just want to die,
And hope there's some sort of heaven:
Over the rainbow, lie down in meadows.
There's nothing left in the world.
All my dreams are gone;
I'm useless without them sleeping with me.
Goodbye, you stupid world,
Living for nothing, hoping for something,
When all you have to do is die to get your way.
I'm leaving tonight,
While the stars are bright,
So they can catch me in my tears
And fly me straight to heaven.
where tears wail no more
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Posted: Mar 2011
Post CommentBRIGHT DARKNESS by the inimitable ~free cee!~
i don't know about you
but as for me
i do a whole lot of talking to me
while all alone
alone but for the drone of dreary drums
as an aria arises from rows of reverent conundrums
and a symphony of sounds from such sorrow to which sadness succumbs
as my mind stoops over in order to pick up bits of my conscience crumb by crumb
i spend an inordinate amount of my life thinking about my lot in life
a thread, a thimble, a thorn, and a thin slice of tomorrow
a bed, being nimble, a horn and the petulance of sorrow
but what about the seeds as yet un-sewn?
and all of the needs the needy need that as yet remains unknown?
but at last, sans any roots, yet and still i am a tree well grown
grown of grenery and not by any means human bone
and is there a precise measurement for when a pebble becomes a stone
and a stone to a bolder
i mean did anyone ever space the weight between the two and put it in some folder
to be reviewed when he gets a bit older
i suppose, if given a choice i'd opt not to be a boulder but just a little bit bigger than a pebble sized stone
but just becaue i were only a pebble i still need my cell-phone
unless i don't like the boulder's voice and tone
and yes, i am and remain all alone
consecrated by convicts
a pacifist who cares not for conflicts
but right now i'm off to bed
to rid the ridiculous out of my un-quiet head
while beyond the white picket fences
Mrs. Delano sits as Mr. Delano comes up with one of his inane defences
so good night, and i pray the Lord my sanity to take
as Mr. Delano agrees there are too many leaves and tomorrowhe must rake
but if God doesn't rob me of my wits this slumber
and God knows that boulder must have my cell-phone number
then unfortunately when i awake i should be only semi-insane
and to make it perfectly plain
i'd prefer if i were in an instition for the totally insane
they won't even bother taking an M.R.I. of my brain
at least then guiltiness wouldn't be weaving its way into my medula-oblongata
oh, and I asked Jose the gardener if he had any money to pay a debt to me and he said
"nada"
but he commented that his economic status is because his hot wife buys a shit load of products by Prada
and for some reason he asked what was inside my head and the truth was, in my mind was also "nada"
you know.....rubbing me the wrong way ain't right
now damn it........good night
and by the way, if a grub is crawling on a tree but doing it incorrectly wouldn't that mean he was grubbing the tree the wrong way?
see, i can't keep a flood of inane thoughts such as that one at bay
so please, lash out the bright
and just say "good night"
(c) 2011.....~free cee!~
but as for me
i do a whole lot of talking to me
while all alone
alone but for the drone of dreary drums
as an aria arises from rows of reverent conundrums
and a symphony of sounds from such sorrow to which sadness succumbs
as my mind stoops over in order to pick up bits of my conscience crumb by crumb
i spend an inordinate amount of my life thinking about my lot in life
a thread, a thimble, a thorn, and a thin slice of tomorrow
a bed, being nimble, a horn and the petulance of sorrow
but what about the seeds as yet un-sewn?
and all of the needs the needy need that as yet remains unknown?
but at last, sans any roots, yet and still i am a tree well grown
grown of grenery and not by any means human bone
and is there a precise measurement for when a pebble becomes a stone
and a stone to a bolder
i mean did anyone ever space the weight between the two and put it in some folder
to be reviewed when he gets a bit older
i suppose, if given a choice i'd opt not to be a boulder but just a little bit bigger than a pebble sized stone
but just becaue i were only a pebble i still need my cell-phone
unless i don't like the boulder's voice and tone
and yes, i am and remain all alone
consecrated by convicts
a pacifist who cares not for conflicts
but right now i'm off to bed
to rid the ridiculous out of my un-quiet head
while beyond the white picket fences
Mrs. Delano sits as Mr. Delano comes up with one of his inane defences
so good night, and i pray the Lord my sanity to take
as Mr. Delano agrees there are too many leaves and tomorrowhe must rake
but if God doesn't rob me of my wits this slumber
and God knows that boulder must have my cell-phone number
then unfortunately when i awake i should be only semi-insane
and to make it perfectly plain
i'd prefer if i were in an instition for the totally insane
they won't even bother taking an M.R.I. of my brain
at least then guiltiness wouldn't be weaving its way into my medula-oblongata
oh, and I asked Jose the gardener if he had any money to pay a debt to me and he said
"nada"
but he commented that his economic status is because his hot wife buys a shit load of products by Prada
and for some reason he asked what was inside my head and the truth was, in my mind was also "nada"
you know.....rubbing me the wrong way ain't right
now damn it........good night
and by the way, if a grub is crawling on a tree but doing it incorrectly wouldn't that mean he was grubbing the tree the wrong way?
see, i can't keep a flood of inane thoughts such as that one at bay
so please, lash out the bright
and just say "good night"
(c) 2011.....~free cee!~
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
MARK DAVID CHAPMAN WROTE ME AND INSTRUCTED ME TO WRITE THIS POEMTHEY NEVER GOT OLD ENOUGH TO LEAVE THEIR MARK
TWENTY FRIENDS, TWENTY HEADSTONES, NOW ETCHED BY THE WIND AND COLD
TWENTY FRIENDS WHO FELL TO A LIE THEY ALL AND EACH WERE TOLD
ALL ASSIGNED THE ASSURANCE AND WERE ASSUAGED THAT POWDER
WOULD NEVER OVERPOWER
TWENTY FRIENDS WHO SO LONG AGO MET A MOST UN-FORTUITOUS HOUR
TWENTY FOUND IN EARTHEN BROWN'S ABODE IS NOW THEIR BED
TWENTY HEADSTONES RECOLLECTED WELL WITHIN MY HEAD
TWENTY HEADSTONES ERECTED WITHIN A MOST MAUDLIN YARD
TWENTY FRIENDS FOR WHOM DEATH HAD TREATED WITH A DISCONCERTING DISREGARD
AND THROUGH THAT YARD A BREEZE OF "NEVER-WOULD-BE's" COMETH THEN TO BLOW
WHEN DOPE BEGOT MISERY FOR TWENTY
TWENTY FOR TWENTY
TWENTY YEARS AGO
(C) 2011....
TWENTY FRIENDS WHO FELL TO A LIE THEY ALL AND EACH WERE TOLD
ALL ASSIGNED THE ASSURANCE AND WERE ASSUAGED THAT POWDER
WOULD NEVER OVERPOWER
TWENTY FRIENDS WHO SO LONG AGO MET A MOST UN-FORTUITOUS HOUR
TWENTY FOUND IN EARTHEN BROWN'S ABODE IS NOW THEIR BED
TWENTY HEADSTONES RECOLLECTED WELL WITHIN MY HEAD
TWENTY HEADSTONES ERECTED WITHIN A MOST MAUDLIN YARD
TWENTY FRIENDS FOR WHOM DEATH HAD TREATED WITH A DISCONCERTING DISREGARD
AND THROUGH THAT YARD A BREEZE OF "NEVER-WOULD-BE's" COMETH THEN TO BLOW
WHEN DOPE BEGOT MISERY FOR TWENTY
TWENTY FOR TWENTY
TWENTY YEARS AGO
(C) 2011....
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
~free cee~! and how much would you wager that if we met and spent one half hour together you'd swear you just came upon the most intelligent gentleman you have or ever will be likely to see again,then i arise and walk away with you swearing you met a genius in the flesh....i come back and give me another half-hour and you'll walk away thinking you just encountered the dumbest man on earth? AND I NEED ANY MORE SHRIMP ON YOUR MISUNDERSTANDING BARBIE!THIS MAN AIN'T GOD'S FAN
THIS MAN CRIES
GOD DENIES
THIS MAN WEEPS
GOD SLEEPS
THIS MAN HOPES
GOD NOPES
THIS MAN WISHE
GOD FISHES
THIS MAN PRAYS
GOD NAYS
THIS MAN PREPARES
GOD DARES
THIS MAN PROPOSES
GOD DOZES
THIS MAN PLOTS
GOD TIGHTENS HIS KNOTS
THIS MAN DESIGNS
GOD WINES AND DINES
hE WATCHES THIS MAN STRATIGIZE
GOD DEFIES
THIS MAN EXPECTS
GOD NEGLECTS
THIS MAN DESIRES
GOD SETS FIRES
THIS MAN CHANCES
GOD DANCES
THIS MAN CALCULATES
GOD MANIPULATES
THIS MAN MANAGES
GOD DAMAGES
THIS MAN CREATES
GOD'S GOODNESS ABATES
THIS MAN LOOSES
BECAUSE GOD REFUSES
THIS MAN IS BUT A MAN
WHILST THIS MAN FAILS ACCORDING TO GOD'S PLAN
(C) 2011....free cee!~
GOD DENIES
THIS MAN WEEPS
GOD SLEEPS
THIS MAN HOPES
GOD NOPES
THIS MAN WISHE
GOD FISHES
THIS MAN PRAYS
GOD NAYS
THIS MAN PREPARES
GOD DARES
THIS MAN PROPOSES
GOD DOZES
THIS MAN PLOTS
GOD TIGHTENS HIS KNOTS
THIS MAN DESIGNS
GOD WINES AND DINES
hE WATCHES THIS MAN STRATIGIZE
GOD DEFIES
THIS MAN EXPECTS
GOD NEGLECTS
THIS MAN DESIRES
GOD SETS FIRES
THIS MAN CHANCES
GOD DANCES
THIS MAN CALCULATES
GOD MANIPULATES
THIS MAN MANAGES
GOD DAMAGES
THIS MAN CREATES
GOD'S GOODNESS ABATES
THIS MAN LOOSES
BECAUSE GOD REFUSES
THIS MAN IS BUT A MAN
WHILST THIS MAN FAILS ACCORDING TO GOD'S PLAN
(C) 2011....free cee!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
I HAVE RUN OUT OF GODS TO CURSE, INCLUDING JEHOVAH---I WAS THINKING ABOUT BUDAH BUT THEN REALIZED HE WAS JUST A FAT PROPHET, NOT A GOD******AND I DIG WHEN THEY ASK "DID YOU WRITE THIS POEM" AS IF ANY OTHER POET COULD CONCEIVE OF SUCH HORRID, HORRIBLE AND HATEFUL THINGS!the first time that i ever
The first time that I ever laid my eyes on you
I could feel a fire burning within and a touch so warm and true
I thought that i had been in love before
But then i dont really think i had
My life was going backwards in time and making me feel so sad
But then you came along when i need you most
And you were always right by my side
And if i ever fel the need to escape from you girl
There wouldn’t be a place to hide
I would stay with you from dawn till dusk
I would never let you down
Your’e a real lady i love you alot and i need to have you round
I could feel a fire burning within and a touch so warm and true
I thought that i had been in love before
But then i dont really think i had
My life was going backwards in time and making me feel so sad
But then you came along when i need you most
And you were always right by my side
And if i ever fel the need to escape from you girl
There wouldn’t be a place to hide
I would stay with you from dawn till dusk
I would never let you down
Your’e a real lady i love you alot and i need to have you round
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Posted: Dec 2010
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