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Nov 16, 2012
 

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Thereís this hole in me
Itís infinite
I am infinity
And this bed is a web
And I am stuck in its sticky sheets
That are weaving in and out of the crevices of my body

And my ceiling fan is growing legs
And eight beady, focused eyes
That are hovering over me with malicious intent

And my floor is twenty stories below me
Filled with the echoes of lost dust bunnies
Who canít save me from the beast

This hole is still gaping
And itís hungry; ravenous
I am the beast
And I canít save me from myself
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I kiss your lips and bite your neck,
you beg for more and with just a peck
I kiss your nose,
all scrunched and red.

I'll take you to my bed,
I'll show you a fun time,
with moans and squeals you beg for more.

I tell you baby there's more in store.
Spread your legs I rub so rough,
you say you want it well I say tough.

All wet and hot,
you grab my arm,
I side my fingers inside you now,
you scream wow,
and that's how I please and pleasure.
You say thats enough,
and I tell you "baby not so rough".

I climb on top and slip it in,
you grind your teeth and moan so loud.
We roll over I take it from here.....

We awake to a noise,
and you say I'm an amazing toy-boy,
I kiss your lips and hold you tight
and mention baby that you were tight.

I love you dear, but I have to go,
you cry and hug me
and say you'll always love me.

Lots of fun, but I knew it
was never going to last.......
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This strange egg you've incubated
has sprouted skinny chicken legs.

It follows you around clucking at
every throaty word you nasty-utter.

Pointing and pecking at your guilt
borne by some years ago sin which
all others hatch from and you keep feeding,
Remorseful grains of misdeed shell grit
to harden its anxious green shell.

With no law outside itself the taint faint
heartbeat of your reproof I hear beating
like fear's unglued false eyelashes

You soft swaddle it with empty gestures.
It gestates in every grimace of piety.

I watch it govern your vocation of drab
and undramatic mastery of feathered illusion.

I want to tear shreds in your black satin cape,
To avalanche your fears into frosty exile.
Burn them screaming in the blinding white of
anemic unconscious,
the blacking out.

Hang a trophy kill of your winged demon
taxidermied with glass eyes above my bed.

My compass needle has lost your polarity
there's just a crude representation of pain

I will plant this seed you gave me, in Lethe;
The River of Forgetfulness on its grey shore.

A watery landscape without vanishing point.
Where a white heron will weep tears of sorrow,
like a human to feed hope's tender shoots.

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Us, close together.
Feeling from inside.
Stay in bed -
Here - forever.
Our legs tied.
Lightly feel,
Heavily breathe.
Intense love,
ME inside you.
Sparks, chemistry,
Never rest.
Love, intimacy,
Complete me best.
Love me now,
Leave me never.
Show me how,
To make love forever.
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"THOSE WANTON CONSANONTS."

This is a poem to warn you of the licentiousness,
the lewdness, the lasciviousness
and downright wickedness of language,
especially, the evil consonants.

Consider, for example, the subtle sibilant 's', seemingly innocuous, but the consonant first heard in sex.

And take the letter 'l', standing up erect,
the stiff one in this lustful alphabet.

All boys know about the upright 'l',
as in blind, which they'll go if they play with it
too much, double 'l', well, they'll end up in hell.

The consonant 'b' stands for bum, of course,
everyone knows 'b' for bum, the bold, barefaced, brazen one, or, on all fours, raised up, the buttocks form an 'm', with an inverted 'v' between the legs.

And 'c'!'C' stands for - for, no, no. I can't.
Let's just say 'c' is curled up, crafty, by the coccyx, where it lurks, cramped and damp, hopefully curtailed.....c unty....cu m on !

And 'p'. Well,'p' is 'p', just as bad as 's''h' with a 't'.

And what about 'f'? Don't worry, I'll give that one the flick, dead quick.

'f' starts a word that's totally perverted.

If you think I'll use the 'f' and add the 'c''k',
you'll have to wait another day.

Then contemplate spreadeagled 'x', the final letter in the word of sex!

These consonants are wanton.

'W' has its legs up in the air.'w' is wild and wet.

Wicked, wicked.

'n' is bent over. Naughty, naughty!

And 'y', why,'y's the legs together and the pubic area.

Also, be wary of people who like the 'g' spot in there a lot, also those who roll their 'r's too much....and others who lash out with s and m.

'r' and 'g' and 's' and 'm' end up in orgasm!

I believe the higher incidence of sexual offence is due to the influence of consonants.

It's no coincidence. The evidence is that intercourse is social as well as sexual, of course,
and there's a preponderance of consonants in intercourse.

Such coitus should be interruptus before these consonants totally corrupt us.

Now, the only course for moral rectitude
against such a sinful attitude with the grossest moral turpitude is vigilance.

With discipline and diligence, we must become the moral militants in the fight against the sibilants, the awful incidence of decadence,
and the absence of innocence, that's the evil consequence of all the cunning consonants.

Otherwise incontinence with consonants
will be forever on our conscience!

Now. Think of every dirty word you can.
This sin will be absolved in heaven!

Yes, clitoris has five consonants, testicles have six and masturbation has seven!

Gynecological has eight, fresh spermatozoa ten and prosthetic devices eleven!

Repent! Repent! Redemption lies with you.
It's true! Think of it! If you eschew the consonants in all evil or ugly,
you'll be left with the purity of 'a','e','i''o''u'.

I have no idea where this poem came from!

It's a very silly poem, I know, but sometimes I like visualizing words, so, anyway, there it is....

bye

~DeVine.
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If premise, THEN conclusion!
You see a flaw in my reasoning?
Well, that would be an illusion.

My arguments are more than sound,
Before the logician extraordinaire,
My opponents all fall to the ground!

No one can beat me in logical discourse,
I pick their arguments apart one by one,
My polemics are an unstoppable force!

Where their theory stood is now a crater,
Exposed as frauds! But why do they laugh,
When I call myself a master debater?

~DeVine.
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Tentative eyes lock on to my wavering movements,
Entrapping me in a stifling, unmovable cage,
Whose lock has been buried somewhere in my brain,
Though where I know not.

An upturned ear sits waiting in judgment
For an oddly intonated phrase
To come leaping from my uncharted lips,
Or perhaps for words machine-gunned
Into the unperturbed air,
But those ears will be denied the satisfaction.

The nose, whose position is considerably lower,
Searches my body for an untamed scent,
In anticipation of an unfathomable stench,
Which would, with a rapturous acidity,
Melt one's fragile nose hairs
And dance jovially in one's nostrils;
But the judge will get no verdict.

The tongue spews forth scathing fire
Between liberally locked lips;
Its verbal assault would pierce my ears' windows,
Made of a most delicate glass,
And direct the dagger of my mind
Against my soft and hollow heart;
But my heart will be shielded.

And the hands, the court's executioners--
What if they were to form into
A perfectly molded rock with a stinging bite?
Or worse, if that army of fingers
Did fasten a binding circle round my neck?
But those hands shall be chained.

The worst judge of all, the top magistrate,
Who commands the invasive operations of the court,
Is the mind,
For it stands idly, absorbing the information
And calculating an unknown estimation;
Thus, the truth lies within its safe,
Which, to my dismay, cannot be picked.
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Come one, come all

To the Topix masquerade ball

For a night of merriment

To be had by all

The ball poses a picturesque scene,

With porcelain masks and swaying dresses

And painted smiles with china doll eyes,

Laughter escaping their pearly white teeth

Over sips of flowing red wine.

All spectators dance harmoniously in unison,

Creating quite a spectacle to observe,

With wailing music that inflames the passions,

Against the backdrop of a stunning glass palace.

The glass serves faithfully as a mirror,

Reflecting the scene in its entirety,

And allowing the seeker to observe

Their unmatched kingly and queenly beauty,

Enhanced by the magnetism of the magnificent mask,

So that the world may stand aghast in awe.

Cologne and perfume coalesce in the air,

Avarice gleaming in starry eyes,

And bills drip from pockets and mouths,

Golden coins spinning on the ivory floor,

As stains of red wine appear on suits and dresses

Wholly composed of a luscious green fiber.

The night concludes with cheerful partings,

The music coming to its royal consummation,

And the wine having taken its seductive toll;

And so, the grand ball has succumbed to the morn,

While the masks are placed gently on nightstands.

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

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Nov 17, 2012
 
Hello Adrian))))
Hope you are real well and Happy Holidays to You and Yours.
:))

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

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Nov 17, 2012
 
SOBRIQUET DeVINE wrote:
Come one, come all
To the Topix masquerade ball
For a night of merriment
To be had by all
The ball poses a picturesque scene,
With porcelain masks and swaying dresses
And painted smiles with china doll eyes,
Laughter escaping their pearly white teeth
Over sips of flowing red wine.
All spectators dance harmoniously in unison,
Creating quite a spectacle to observe,
With wailing music that inflames the passions,
Against the backdrop of a stunning glass palace.
The glass serves faithfully as a mirror,
Reflecting the scene in its entirety,
And allowing the seeker to observe
Their unmatched kingly and queenly beauty,
Enhanced by the magnetism of the magnificent mask,
So that the world may stand aghast in awe.
Cologne and perfume coalesce in the air,
Avarice gleaming in starry eyes,
And bills drip from pockets and mouths,
Golden coins spinning on the ivory floor,
As stains of red wine appear on suits and dresses
Wholly composed of a luscious green fiber.
The night concludes with cheerful partings,
The music coming to its royal consummation,
And the wine having taken its seductive toll;
And so, the grand ball has succumbed to the morn,
While the masks are placed gently on nightstands.
Excellent Piece.
You really are one of the greatest.
:)))

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

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Nov 17, 2012
 
It's nice to see you out here playing word games of a different sort ~A.
:)

I like trying to follow your words.
What's for Brunch???
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PESCreate wrote:
It's nice to see you out here playing word games of a different sort ~A.
:)
I like trying to follow your words.
What's for Brunch???
brunch has left....

it's now lunch time (her name is Dianne)

“Crown Of Life”

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Smile and Shine..

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Never trust a guy that dont like to fish,aint ever got mud on the tires,cant shoot a gun,or wont shake your daddys hand!!!!!

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

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SOBRIQUET DeVINE wrote:
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brunch has left....
it's now lunch time (her name is Dianne)
LOL
Ooooh, you are sumpin else there mister.
:))
I don't want to know what you ate.

**funny guy**

“Eleanor, Where is your heart?!”

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Nov 17, 2012
 
Dianne is such a weird name for a cow.

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Love is like life,No path is so clear,and no step is so easy....
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I fish wrote:
Dianne is such a weird name for a cow.
Ah, dear sweet April, once again showing us all the quality of being magnanimous : loftiness of spirit enabling one to bear trouble calmly, to disdain meanness and pettiness, and to display a noble generosity.

Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.

“Eleanor, Where is your heart?!”

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SOBRIQUET DeVINE wrote:
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Ah, dear sweet April, once again showing us all the quality of being magnanimous : loftiness of spirit enabling one to bear trouble calmly, to disdain meanness and pettiness, and to display a noble generosity.
Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
And there I was doubting that you had Dianne for lunch...unnless she was a cow. Okay fine Dianne is a woman...You're not afraid of women. How's that for faith?
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I fish wrote:
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And there I was doubting that you had Dianne for lunch...unnless she was a cow. Okay fine Dianne is a woman...You're not afraid of women. How's that for faith?
The guiding ideological principles of some American spinsters are entropy, chaos, procrastination and lunchĒ

Should you ever decide to have a meal with a member of the opposite sex, I suggest you start with the "cold shoulder" followed up by the "hot tongue".......both of which are "Cow Products"

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A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

Word of Advice: Stop treading on your lip.
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Wet with you

showering
with you

nothing
between us

but bubbles
vanishing

as silently
as we touch

in wetness
together

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