#4932 Dec 12, 2012
In my stinky hole I see
A gopher looking back at me
How he got there I do not know
Suffice to say I'm a little slow
#4933 Dec 12, 2012
I post gay/lame poems
All day and all night
Most of them were stolen
From someone's web site
I can't write my own stuff
I have trouble with words
So I come here to offbeat
And subject you to turds
#4934 Dec 12, 2012
When I was little bitty boy
Always went by the very best rule
But Evertime the bell would ring
You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling
Once while climbing on his meat,
I Slipped to deep ,his rose bud bleed
All over his seat
I fell so hard I heard birds sing,
But I held on to his ding-a-ling
Once while cross dressing in Brisbane
Man them dudes right at my seat
Sure was hard while jerking his thing
with both hands holding his dingaling
Now this here poem it ain't so bad
Prettiest little poem that you ever had
And those of you who will not write
must be beating your Ding-a-ling tonight
“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”
Since: Mar 11
Rockin' USA ;)
#4936 Dec 12, 2012
. Adrian, your poetry of delight has doth filled the Realm with intense pleasure once more...the Princess is most pleased... with your Words of Love...Once Upon A Time...
#4938 Dec 12, 2012
STOP USING DRUGS!!!!!!!
Your making us look bad.
“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”
Since: Mar 11
Rockin' USA ;)
#4939 Dec 12, 2012
. GET the HELL-O OUT of the KITCHEN...if ya CAN' T TAKE THE HEAT...GOT ROACH CLIP by chance???
Since: Mar 12
Your Best Friend
#4940 Dec 12, 2012
When you feel alone.just look at the spaces between your fingers,and remember that into those spaces you can see my fingers locked with yours forever!!!!
#4941 Dec 12, 2012
Beware the impersonators......who have NO LIFE of THEIR OWN
I am the true DeVine...
My ISP is registered Brisbane Australia
Create your Topix Profile leave mine ALONE
Since: Jan 12
#4942 Dec 12, 2012
Okay PH... that was a over corny!
#4943 Dec 12, 2012
Random is a holy word to me,
it is a corner stone to mythology.
It explains so much,
and asks for so little in return.
Sometimes I loose faith in such comforting illusions....nothing seems random anymore.
The chittering sound of a mouse running in the ceiling....English expression homework forgotten on an art table,
Half finished work abandoned....a shoelace,
A page torn from a magazine,
Of innocent beauty carefully contrived.
There are always connections,
submerged beneath the mundanities,
Invisible in the daily ebb and flow
of internet chit chat,
photocopied asignments, and porn photos.
All the facts and ideas,
skills and concepts that we cover
with glue and glitter,
do little to expose connections.
That takes silence, pain and joy....
Repeated with the rhythmic certainty
of a metronome...or clock.
#4944 Dec 12, 2012
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love dosen't mean learning and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.
Then you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.
You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure;
You really are strong, you really do have a worth.
And you learn, and you learn
With every goodbye........you learn.
#4945 Dec 12, 2012
The presence of you, keeps me up in the night,
I dont know what to do, when you're out of my sight.
My life is a bore, I long for your touch,
I can tell you for sure, I want you so much.
Love me like you've never loved before.
Come with me, it's easy to see,
That we both need that thing, like a bird with one wing.
We could fly, and time would pass by,
As we reach for the shore, I will want you much more.
Love me like you've never loved before.
Skin on skin, the fire within,
Your body is mine, your look is DeVine.
The night is still young, with your name on my tongue,
Though nothing me harms, I will die in your arms.
Fuck me like you've never loved before
#4946 Dec 12, 2012
Lost in a labyrinth of mirrors
the lives I choose not to live
teas me with their gold-red glitter
and against their glazed silence
the cries of long-faded passion echo
suffering and joy indistinguishable.
where is the thread to guide me ?
I have been seeking that tantric alchemy
that transforms the bitter almond tang
of old love's pain into rich bright mead
now the drink simmers before me
its scent brims with sweet intoxication
saying wisdom has tempered the poison.
does temptation cloud my seeing ?
In the crucible metal shivers and curdles
before melting in consummation
to be shaped by the whim of the vessel
into which it once chose to throw itself
the first hot breath of that forging
traces my skin with sexual intent.
Should I give myself to the fire ?
#4947 Dec 12, 2012
In my dreams I heard the silent incantation
Tumbling through the velvet night
Woke to find eight inches of magic
Wrapping my hard-bitten street
Like a belated birthday present
The gleam of spermatoza filled latex
Transmuted into the glitter of snow
Wool-snuggled, I go searching for a lonely faun
To invite back home for coffee and crumpet.
#4948 Dec 12, 2012
No songs are sung of the pain
Of something going nearly right.
Of the unrestfulness of trying
to puzzle out, is it right enough ?
Of the sad dragging of knowing
that is nearly less than we need.
The silence of two hands not meeting
The wrenching misery of silver.
And sometimes I'd rather have nothing
than that cold consolation of nearly
That leaves me lonesome in that small
and bitter space - between there....
and nearly there.
#4949 Dec 12, 2012
Turquoise swishes across saffron
a sussurating oscillation
as we dig for starfish
crisp cotton melts and clings
to my zaftig ebullience
bladderwrack crackles underfoot
senses seasoned with salt and desire.
Under the moonless sky the ocean
is starred with amethyst lumminescence
meteors zoom past, illuminating
an ethereal path we could take
your fingers embrace mine with a tingle
like the sensuous fire of chillis
my body remembers resilience.
Strapped in my metal harness,
I reach slowly up the climax
Upon the metal rails that climb up to the heavens
Excitement building up my chest.
My best friends beside me,
We vowed to brave this monster.
My head fills with the loud clack-clackity-clack,
As we reach higher and higher
Into the depths of the sky
Until-the dramatic pause-
We see the view of the park below.
So beautiful! So high!
And then, an enormous pull!
We whirl, we swirl down, down, down,
Up, up, up!
Swooping torwards the sky only to
Plummet down to the ground at the very last minute
Only to fly up again!
My heart drums full bass against my chest,
Screams of victory and triumph
Choking into the blasts of air
That skims past my body.
Beside me, my friends feel the same sensation...
Any time now, it will soon be over,
But for now, we're flying on the wings of ecstasy.
#4950 Dec 12, 2012
I scavenge the depleted memories
of antiquated courtyards
chasing their tatterdemalion slink
through chrome and marble jetsam
across their forgotten brillance
My fingers trace words civil and obscene
and with the tenuous thrum
of broken-stringed tablature
the lost resurfaces
and is jettisoned again.
Tatterdemalion slink across chrome alleys.
Villas deplete memories of sacred tablature.
Antiquated courtyards host tribal artifacts,
which nobody recognizes nowadays, remain untouched.
Yet civil guards scream obscenities
Lost meditation resurfaces.
I brilliant though forgettable words,
tenuously scavenge jettison.
Now so full of useless treasures
and messages from the past.)
The ghosts of garlands
hang lightly on my heart
their orangeflower scent
a sweet and bitter echo
of a love that faded
in a precocious frost.
My flowers know that there are
times when the mind is blinded
by tears from which no flowers grow,
when all streets are cornerless,
nowhere to walk but away.
And yet they also know that
there is always an afterwards
always a new tomorrow to
And the ghost fragrance
of their crushed white petals
reminds me constantly
to seek once more
my flowering season.
Since: Jan 12
#4951 Dec 12, 2012
Honestly now, <squirrel pats couch, glasses and pad>DeVine, why do you tortue that poor PH? Can you see your drving her past insanity? <adjusts glasses like Velma>Do you feel at all,any compassion? Look at her. She beginning to look deranged. Help the girl out.
#4952 Dec 12, 2012
Something in the reaching out of arms,
Or the hands' trajectory to a mutual safe landing
Something in the lean of bodies
Squeezing to nothing the space between them
Something of the youngness of you and the meness of me
Linked by the brief bridge of song
I close my eyes
and dance in the stillness of our embrace
the dance ends......
#4953 Dec 12, 2012
"A MESSAGE TO THE OBNOXIOUSLY PURITANICAL"
...Someone (?) trolls the Realm looking for posts
that do not align with their political, religious, or moral values.
When they find a paticular post usually (by me) that they do not agree with, they post surreptitiously, and by clandestine and stealth, messages in those posts, to incite people to bring attention to some of my posts to get it locked or deleted.
This ruse and phenomenon is widespread not only here but on other threads and forums, and motives can vary...BUT WHAT THEY ACCOMPLISH IS TO STIFLE FREEDOM OF SPEACH AND OPEN AND HONEST DISCUSSIONS ON TOPICS THEY FEEL COULD BE A THREAT.
If you (yes... YOU KNOW WHO I AM REFERING TO...Don't You ?? Wowser !)
...are not comfortable with what is here, and you don't like to read it..the material, I am posting, kindly do us all a favour....And Stay Away !!
Adrian...(DeVine)...THE ORIGINAL ONE and ONLY
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