=On a Woman=

Were I the young man in the moon
I'd beam glows upon your beauty-pair.
For Io-you I'd prom light croons
of luminescent admiration.

I'd sing of orbs, then ink a kiss.
You'd delicately recall this, the
moment when a pen-light mind
incandesced a love-luned scribe
writing on, and to,
your sweet, uncratered hind.





for all the nice scion life girls.

 

Thanks Reid...lol

 

my jyl... in spirit, 'fly.

 

I like the girls. The girls like me (some of them).
One of these, a wise and good woman,
saved my butt from sinking at a poetry forum!
She is a moderator. Payback is a tribute for her.... or for you, next time.

Sci as a pirate of hearts! Yarrrrgh! Olde style.
I likes the softur sex, I do!

me voice:
http://img490.imageshack.us/my.php?i...lashmp31nu.swf

me lingo:

I met meself a lassie,
Tressed warm in hazel brown.
I met'er way below the decks,
Whilst no one else was down!

I said as I gazed to her eyes,
And boys, she is a beaut!
"I'll be yours to bail forever.
'Yam a leaking seaborne coot."

My newfound lady bailed me,
And shifted 'bout me stones
And cleared dark waters from my depths
Near Davy's locker room.

For her heroic rescue of
This drowning Popeye Pete,
I sing of her, to all of you,
This lass -you'll- never meet

For she is mine and all for me
And more I do aver
In Melody for Melanie,
So finest fond of her!

 

Midnight Blue

Diamond sky of midnight blue
Whispers close are calling you
Mists of deep where secrets stay
****** too close, he'll fly away

Reaching out to cup in hand
The brightest star, a grain of sand
But one so small forever shine
His light will glow in peace, in time

Release again to midnight blue
Floats miracles to me and you
Shimmer in the rough of sky
I return to you my Scifly



(Thought you might like to get what you give.)

 

he melts.

tell you what, I've been on many poetry boards this past year.
Have not seen such a quality verse to any poet. In fact, they don't verse each other. But you gave me this gift. I am not only touched, but amazed and delighted to meet such a fine thinker in word-images.

This poem is very good. I presume you -must be - an active poet on boards? In magazines, maybe?

wow. most of all, wow. You pegged me, m'am.

reid

 

wow.
it's that good.

it's for me! wooot.

luv unobtainable, gained, sharing illuminations.

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straight guys take note! you should earn such a woman
only if you deserve.

 

wait, was that first poem about you signing breasts or butts? because a sharpie doesn't come off very easily you know.

 

it's an ode to the beauty of a woman's butt.
Damn straight, that ink is indelible.

If she is very very nice I might even write in mirror script
but penmanship suffers a bit.

Turn, turn, turn turn.

More love poems, or statements of real romance for or from the ladies, please?

 

i'll try too, but i'm certainly not as voluble as you...but clearly more glib in my homage....

as often as the sun does rise,
she asks if the moon has more size.
is it larger because of the wrappings,
chosen by the trappings,
of her world obsessed.

as the moon does wax and wane,
and whether or not i feign,
"it's too late for a change,
the moon is is well within range,
and you're already dressed".

so i make it clear that,
"no they don't make you look fat".

 

poifect! you a smart cooker.

 

Ha! Flattery will get you . . . everything. But, no. I do not frequent any poetry boards. I do love to write, just not often poetry. Glad you liked, though!

 

Poetry lacks good critics, and critisism is good.

I just started writing more an keep you guys in mind.

Love Poetry....

Oh and nice original peices

 

the sun whispers
splashes of rays dance across the field

eat a donut go to work 40 years later die.

 

heh he.. but it need not be like that.

Hey, dear people: make love poems here in this thread.

Sing? I don't sing so well but this is my verse, melody and wish for someone named screen named "imagine"

 

voice file:
http://img485.imageshack.us/my.php?i...lashmp37sg.swf
(pardon, please, that my ____y, tremulous voice is off-syrup and pitch today)

Imagine that we two are paired.
Imagine that we both go fly
Beneath the blue, unfathomed deep;
Just you, Orca, in my keep.

Imagine every wave a port.
Imagine all the fish our sport.

Imagine all this if you will...
Imagine, I'm with you.

 

Ashes to ashes..
Dust to dust..

If it weren't for a woman..
Gotti's p3nis would rust

 

that is very deft, Stu!

We pay you back in kind.. of respect... (yeah, right!)

Stu Gotti's got a big one!
Girls, you best pay mind.
It's large its fat as any donk.
When he swallows you hear "ker plonk"
Yes, Gotti's very well equipped.
Stu Gotti's goiter: big as a brick.

(Iodize his pasta salt or
growth of goiter never halts)

Yes Stu! He's got a big one!
ha ha ha

But the ladies know for real what's
big up -there- promises low-down squeals.
So take heart in that.
And wash ur hands after u
make a meal of meatball Stu.

 

Nice

 

A womans' home
is her castle,
she's the Queen,
and you're an a******

LOL