In a woodland glade a girl and I
Naked on carpets of bluebells lie,
Birds fly and sing as she and I
Profess our love neath a burning sky.

So long ago that girl and I
Professed our love neath a burning sky,
Soft bodies warmed by a sun hung high
Fused together we lay as one may die.

Many years have flown since that girl and I
Let free sweet passion as on bluebells we lie,
Many girls I have known but none could fly
My heat like a kite neath that burning sky.

I've got a desk behind the door,
with drawers of junk I find,
I've got all types of nails, and more,
I've got screws of every kind.

My junk drawers... yeah, it's three,
have stuff to fix anything,
you just have to look and see,
if you need a special spring.

There's nuts and bolts, wire too,
some chain and string, I think.
I'll find something I can use,
some glue here; sure does stink.

As I passed by the sitting booth
in the X-Mas bar and grill,
I saw Mr. and Mrs. Santa
sit down to have a swill.

He patted her on the bum,
she kissed him on the cheek,
I distinctly heard her say,
Boy, what a wretched week!

He said; Yeah, I know it hon,
but it's all over now.
We had some terrifying moments,
but we got through somehow.

We had to can elf Albert,
he ate my stash of magic cookies.
He tried to hit on you, my love,
looking for some nookie.

Shall ever I leave? No longer to stay,
Till cold darkness falls then soft, drift away;
Starlight still shall shine, moonlight still shall glow
Words ripped from the pen still onward will go
With you who have breathed fresh life to my soul
Inspired my spirit to grow as a whole.
So much do I owe, words I cannot find
To pour out my feelings to all so kind
With praise, encouragement, oft times critique
Driving me on in this land of mystique.
To Neopoet and friends discovered here
A season approaches, I wish good cheer

I miss you, I miss the feel of your skin;
your cold hands as they seek the warmth of my neck.
I miss the smell of your breath, Pepsi, cigarettes, and love.
The chuckles of amusement at the tickle of chill fingers.
Holding on to each other until we are warm, and the day takes us away.

Today, you go about the business of static living, unforgiving.
You don't know me, I can't forget, you won't remember.
Roommates with history, lovers before doubt.
Is it you? Is it me? Who wins?
Head games require more effort

In the land of the Bong did dwell a pong
Wafting on gentle breezes,
As people cried and held their nose:
"What is it? Oh tell us pleases".

But the pong just smiled and drifted on
Over hills and rivers and ponds,
Through townships and trees
Folks fell to their knees
As the pong just floated on.

In the dark times, I accept the pain.
Pain, that strikes deep into the heart.
Heart of my life, comfort me,
Me, the one who lives for you.
You, for me...

The Hammer rose, on anvil crashed,
Sparks flew and embers glowed
As diamonds in a coal black sky
While the farrier sweated and bowed.

He laboured long, all through the day,
By night his music rang,
As his anvil crashed from the hammers blow
So his harp, soft, mellow sang.

One night so cold he sat and played
When close from out his hut
A wailing came, discordant, loud
As wild beast on the rut.

What is this passion that runs so deep?
Nothing I have felt before,
I try so hard to treat her right
In truth I’d use her as a whore.

To bind her arms and throw her down,
To rip the bodice from her breast,
Bite her, squeeze her, make her moan,
Make her beg for rest.

Roll her on her belly smooth.
Raise her buttocks high,
Stroke them, slap them peaches pink.
Till tears run from her eyes.

I was hanging out at Joe's
thought I'd grab myself a beer.
When I heard the ruckus.
I thought, How'd she find me here?

I wasn't going to stay too long,
I just wanted to relax.
Have a beer with my mates,
but here comes that battle-axe.

I didn't have one swallow,
it was just a little sip.
There was barely any evidence,
naught but foam upon my lip.

She screamed obscenities
like a preacher cursing lies,
rough language from her mouth,
there was fire in her eyes.