Last Commented Tongue Twister Poems (20)

Anyone who read my past posts on what it was like for me growing up....this is a something i wrote earlier this year...i've got heaps of stuff...but this one...is a great one to start off with...!!!this is how far i've come...!!!


I can see beauty,
even when it's not pretty...
I can be alone with myself...
I can see failure...

I can dissapoint another to be true to myself...
I can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray myself...

I can get up,
I can dance, after a night of being heartbroken, exhausted and crying all night....

I CAN!

These words we have learnt the tools of are trade
We make up poems with lots of words, and are point of view.
Poems we tell, stories, creative writing is are point of view
Creative writing we do best, words we brings out from are heads.

Thinking of are next words that will rhyme like magic we make are Poems and words ryhme
A ? mark a dot a dash then theres are magical full stop without These tools are poems would not make sence

Creative writting is what we do best best.

He is hot, as he's tropic. His emotions swirls, like sea breeze. He's versed in many many topics, every given opportunity, he will seize. He's rated: the best amongst lovers. His mates do enjoy full ecstasy; Her whole body she re-discovers; "His lips" fulfills, all "her" fantasy. That's the nature of Mr. caribbean man. He explores a woman passionate-ly. He seldom stays with one woman. He is instinctive, acting randomly. He is a man of rhythm. Party is in the man's soul. There is non to curtail him. "He is out of this world"! He's for those that want more; Those with "pleasure" on their mind. Such are told: "welcome ashore." "let's give ourselves", a caribbean time!

this is what i believe if you please
and i never get down on my knees
but the apostles were all in a huddle
believing Jesus walked on water while he was only standing in a huge puddle
Hey, we are all supposed to be accepting of
other points of view.
My God is the universe
(c) 2011.....free cee! (AND PLEASE, no e-mail about you just want to save my soul...you're about 63 years too late, thanks!

my little no belgium..
I love you tender and sarcastic's..
you the present of my pastry..
let me escape you a message of foliage.
none,knows the direction of clouds,
skies are horizonless and flemish..
in a piece of hankerchief ,
you bable three misunderstandings,
and paris the mucker,only its grandeur..
my little no belgium ,
because so easy-cosy..
I climb up your montains of humility,
laughing your sleepersking..
in memoriam..
a winter sleepy day debarking at dawn,
my poor shanty handluggage along,
eternal migrant...all ways..
agressed by a suggestive smell of beer and factories..
a perfume of chichas and chaotic roadworks..
I found a reasonable mad house for daily inspiration..
my jolly no belgium,
national shower day every years'topic..
sellout governance,
man keen spirit..
poets go to no belgium..

Happiness in your face. I see love in your heart.
Sweet tenderness, great depth, was born in us and fills my being. Lord Thy perfect will, be done, love only comes from God Of Thee beside from the past, with a smile in the future hopes

THERE WAS A TIME WHEN THE PHOTO DID NOT LIE.
IN THIS AGE OF TECHNOLOGY THIS IT SELF HAS BECOME A LIE.
I LOOK AT MY PHOTO IN THE PC; I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THE STAR I WANT TO BE.
I MUST ALTER MY FACE TO REMOVE THE SCAR.TO MAKE THIS IMAGE LOOK LIKE A STAR
THE WRINKLES ARE MANY, IT LOOKS AS IF MANY PEOPLE HAVE LIVED IN THIS OLD HOUSE.
THIS IS NOT A PROBLEM; I CAN REMOVE ALL WITH THE CLICK OF A MOUSE.
MY HEAD IS BOLD BUT WITH ONE CLICK I CAN PUT ON A HAT.
MY BODY IS THIN NO MORE, CLICK I AM NOW FAT.

MY HAIR IS NONE BUT I HAVE MY FRIEND THE MOUSE, IT IS NOW BLACK.
TO SHOW MY BLACK HAIR I CAN REMOVE THE HAT.
I LOOK AT THE PHOTO IN THE PC.I AM NOW THE STAR I WANTED TO BE.
THEN I LOOK TO THE MIRROR ON THE BATHROOM WALL, DISMAY IT IS STILL THE OLD ME.

I PREFER THE IMAGE ON THE PC THIS PERSON I WOULD LIKE TO BE.
MY TEETH ARE STRAIGHT AND WHITE MY HAIR A SHINNING BLACK.
I CAN SEND THIS NEW IMAGE OF ME TO PEOPLE THROUGH MY PC.
NO ONE OUT THERE WILL EVER KNOW IT IS NOT THE TRUE ME.

YOU CAN BE WHAT EVER YOU WISH TO BE WITH A CAMERA AND A PC
MY EYES WERE BLUE BUT NOW ARE GREEN, WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TECHNOLOGY.

Making love is more than sex.
It is an art that goes beyond the skin
to undress the soul, calmly
and surrender without fear
nor modesty.
It's a divine act.
of infinite joy
and make of the body
an instrument of sublime pleasure
with passion and tenderness
where the desire flows like water from a hot bath
and words sound like poems
which the lips describe
and hands print
by anatomy
sliding like foams
exuding sexy odors
that numb the senses
intoning sighs;
and the bodies of lovers
explode in a lascivious tremor
of total joy

if 90bc people think you are roung then you are proplom are are roung .but that dose not mean there are right .c0mming from someione that could not even wrire his nane .had thather that would drink and play with them selfs sorry but what chace thid I have .but still I am a good man ...ps life long a prosper...spelling bad sorry