JUST SEX and POETRY

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#4519 Nov 28, 2012
She'll cry and get over it.She'll hate you then love you again,but one day she'll leave and she won't come back....

“Geez..”

Level 3

Since: Oct 12

Greensburg, IN

#4520 Nov 28, 2012
Roxie Dear wrote:
<quoted text>
Just seven short one syllable words.
Do that to me one more time.
LOL

“Geez..”

Level 3

Since: Oct 12

Greensburg, IN

#4521 Nov 29, 2012
Knight DeVine wrote:
<quoted text>
Lune candide vous brillez moins que les hanches
De mon amour
Aubes que j'admire vous tes moins blanches
Aubes que chaque jour
J'admire hanches si blanches
Il y a le reflet de votre blancheur
Au fond de cet aluminium
Dont on fait des bagues
Dans cette zone ogne la blancheur
O hanches si blanches.
~DeVine.
Look devine do you think ppl read poetry while having sex?

Woman: is it inside yet?
Man: Not yet hunny, I haven't finish this mcbeth
Woman: SIGH!!
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4522 Nov 29, 2012
juggheaD wrote:
<quoted text>
Look devine do you think ppl read poetry while having sex?
Woman: is it inside yet?
Man: Not yet hunny, I haven't finish this mcbeth
Woman: SIGH!!
Jugghead, some people get lost in thought because it's such unfamiliar territory,...... however, a great many people think they are thinking, when they are merely rearranging their prejudices, and it could be considered an elegant incognito devised to save males like you, from the vexation of thinking.

You ever have such problems ?

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#4523 Nov 29, 2012
A true man doesnt need to romance a different girl every night, a true man romances the same girl for the rest of his life.!!!!

“Geez..”

Level 3

Since: Oct 12

Greensburg, IN

#4524 Nov 29, 2012
Knight DeVine wrote:
<quoted text>
Jugghead, some people get lost in thought because it's such unfamiliar territory,...... however, a great many people think they are thinking, when they are merely rearranging their prejudices, and it could be considered an elegant incognito devised to save males like you, from the vexation of thinking.
You ever have such problems ?
LOL you need to light up a bit, everybody had a problem.

Here I quote you "Words, words just a mere word." peace :)

Level 6

Since: Jan 12

Location hidden

#4525 Nov 29, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
A true man doesnt need to romance a different girl every night, a true man romances the same girl for the rest of his life.!!!!
atta girl!!

Level 6

Since: Jan 12

Location hidden

#4526 Nov 29, 2012
juggheaD wrote:
<quoted text>
LOL you need to light up a bit, everybody had a problem.
Here I quote you "Words, words just a mere word." peace :)
I agree with Juggie.

Take a chill pill.

“Geez..”

Level 3

Since: Oct 12

Greensburg, IN

#4527 Nov 29, 2012
QuiteCrazy wrote:
<quoted text>
I agree with Juggie.
Take a chill pill.
You too, lay off the nuts. ;)(kidding)

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#4528 Nov 29, 2012
When Passing through the storms of life, please remember ,it could be worse and it will get better.
Stay strong focus on what you can do,not what you can not,and know that the clouds will soon part,
and the sun will return again.!!!!

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#4529 Nov 29, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
A true man doesnt need to romance a different girl every night, a true man romances the same girl for the rest of his life.!!!!
Princess Hey..THAT IS SOOOOOO..SWEET! How are ya Chick?

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#4530 Nov 29, 2012
Hey girl Im good how are you doing and TY..have missed ya..LY

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#4531 Nov 29, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
Hey girl Im good how are you doing and TY..have missed ya..LY
Chick, I am soooooo A-Okay! Tmail me if ya want to..computer issues ya know..LY ya also..Have FUN on the threads..going over to the Night Owl Saloon in a bit..wanna come along??? Bring Adrian with ya, if ya like..
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4532 Nov 30, 2012
"COPULATION."

She said: "when I woke up next to you, feeling like a ice pop
and I kissed your vermilion border, gave you my half of the sheets
you whispered in my ear, "no, I want you to be warm"
grabbed your jacket and placed it on my frame
you're so sweet like two stevia packets emptied on to my tongue
lemons and oranges couldnt be squeezed as good as your huggies
that one night, in my room, under the blacklight
my jokes were corny but I saw that paperwhite smile glow
along with your hippie acid tripping mushroom posters
remember when we ate out those few times
it made me happy when you enjoyed your food
I liked it when you enjoyed anything
those sparkling eyes your face carried always sunk me in deep
like an anchor approaching the ocean floor on top of hills that are really steep
when you were inside of me,
yeah... yeah, at first it hurt
then it progressed like my grades in junior high
but I'd like to not see you go now
double negative, I can't not see you anymore
it felt right, you felt left, so you left
just like the leaves depart from december twenty-first branches
you should be back soon and I'll wait
when you return, could we remake a copy of our last copulation?
in the backseat of your car or mine if I eventually get one
in your bed or even my own
behind the open house party next to that tree
me on top or you on top of me
link your pinky to my pinky and promise that you'll stay
just a little longer so we can grow for a bit
so we can be cacoons and become butterflies together
you can be high all the time,
in the sky I prefer....
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4533 Nov 30, 2012
Indelicate is he who loathes
The aspect of his fleshy clothes,--
The flying fabric stitched on bone,
The vesture of the skeleton,
The garment neither fur nor hair,
The cloak of evil and despair,
The veil long violated by
Caresses of the hand and eye.
Yet such is my unseemliness:
I hate my epidermal dress,
The savage blood's obscenity,
The rags of my anatomy,
And willingly would I dispense
With false accouterments of sense,
To sleep immodestly, a most
Incarnadine and carnal ghost.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4534 Nov 30, 2012
The reflection from your smile bursts past my eyes
and burns spots into my conscious.

The kindness of your words empty doubts planted
from years of self-lament.

The lovely spirit of your touch engulfs my senses
and leaves me restless.

Then I picked you a flower, and it withered in
your calloused hand.

You encourage progress, but through strict and
taut reprimand.

You're so close, I cannot breath.

Suffocated by your presence.

Thoughts that could not deceive.

Decaying along with my dependance.

Obviously shaking from lack of reality.

Unwillingly anticipating your unruly authority.

Exploded, but there's still some attachment.

Don't you think so?
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4535 Nov 30, 2012
Our embrace lasted too long.
We loved right down to the bone.

I hear the bones grind, I see
our two skeletons.

Now I am waiting
till you leave, till
the clatter of your shoes
is heard no more.

Now, silence.

Tonight I am going to sleep alone
on the bedclothes of purity.

Aloneness
is the first hygienic measure.

Aloneness
will enlarge the walls of the room,
I will open the window
and the large, frosty air will enter,
healthy as tragedy.

Human thoughts will enter
and human concerns,
misfortune of others,
saintliness of others.

They will converse softly and sternly.

Do not come anymore.

I am an animal very rarely.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4536 Nov 30, 2012
My heart is entangled in your grace
in the subtlety of your words
spoken in smoke and saliva
It is your gentle nature
I simply dissolve into
and the intensity of your eyes
has me straining gravity here
A ribbon of shadow
mimics the beauty of your form
and all this light-play
leaves me feeling bewildered

As you speak of meeting later
I’m capturing your scent
like a wolf in the night
anxious to hunt your body down
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4537 Nov 30, 2012
A Japanese Wood-Carving

High up above the open, welcoming door
It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim.
Once, long ago, it was a waving tree
And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves
Of forest trees, in a thick eastern wood.
The winter snows had bent its branches down,
The spring had swelled its buds with coming flowers,
Summer had run like fire through its veins,
While autumn pelted it with chestnut burrs,
And strewed the leafy ground with acorn cups.
Dark midnight storms had roared and crashed among
Its branches, breaking here and there a limb;
But every now and then broad sunlit days
Lovingly lingered, caught among the leaves.
Yes, it had known all this, and yet to us
It does not speak of mossy forest ways,
Of whispering pine trees or the shimmering birch;
But of quick winds, and the salt, stinging sea!
An artist once, with patient, careful knife,
Had fashioned it like to the untamed sea.
Here waves uprear themselves, their tops blown back
By the gay, sunny wind, which whips the blue
And breaks it into gleams and sparks of light.
Among the flashing waves are two white birds
Which swoop, and soar, and scream for very joy
At the wild sport. Now diving quickly in,
Questing some glistening fish. Now flying up,
Their dripping feathers shining in the sun,
While the wet drops like little glints of light,
Fall pattering backward to the parent sea.
Gliding along the green and foam-flecked hollows,
Or skimming some white crest about to break,
The spirits of the sky deigning to stoop
And play with ocean in a summer mood.
Hanging above the high, wide open door,
It brings to us in quiet, firelit room,
The freedom of the earth's vast solitudes,
Where heaping, sunny waves tumble and roll,
And seabirds scream in wanton happiness.

Amy Lowell.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4538 Nov 30, 2012
The Poet as Hero

You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,
Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why
Of my old, silly sweetness I've repented--
My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry.

You are aware that once I sought the Grail,
Riding in armour bright, serene and strong;
And it was told that through my infant wail
There rose immortal semblances of song.

But now I've said good-bye to Galahad,
And am no more the knight of dreams and show:
For lust and senseless hatred make me glad,
And my killed friends are with me where I go.
Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs;
And there is absolution in my song

Siegfried Sassoon (1886 - 1967)

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