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weirdelf Oct 20, 2011

Jess 14:6

I am
the wank
the poof
and the wife
No man cometh unto orgasm but by me.

Well it's not necessarily so
there are many ways I know
still if you want the real truth
you don't need no polling booth

If anyone says there's only one way
and different ones say the same
consider them all and say
you're all wrong
and all to blame.

To be blunt
anyone who believes in one truth
is a smug cunt

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docmaverick Oct 20, 2011

Pretility

I met someone so lovely
just, the other night;

she was sort of a princess
at least, I think I've got that right.

Then, there was a distinct prettiness
to which, we'd all adhere;

supposedly to erase the mess
of which, I'm not real clear !

We all go on our journeys
of that, you can depend;

rarely do we get an inkling
if we ever earn a friend.

'Tis we, ourselves that edit
by what we say, and what we do;

through all the grey, we make our way;
to prove what we think, true.

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Esker Oct 20, 2011

NEPTUNE

the storm of Neptune
sweeps
the blue dipped night
decreasing in temp
We are distances
great in keeping with degrees
we are numbers formed
by angles
Arabic names on stars guiding
caravans to nameless jin jin
oasis
We swirl our tempest dervish
startling camels
in dung fire glare

and our own star
burns awake the nestled
coil of heat
rising svelte

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t. reflexion Oct 20, 2011

WHITHER THE MOON MAN

Long time ago, we were told
A day was set aside for everyone
Not to work or do anything at all
Toil for six days and gather victuals
Then eat and rest on the seventh
For the lord is good all the time

An old man ran out of kindling
Being cold, he needed to warm himself
So he went with his axe to the woods
On this cold and wet Sunday afternoon
He lifted his axe to strike a log of wood
He was transfixed and transported to the moon

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lou Oct 19, 2011

For Cat

Abundant grace  
Transfused with love and kindness  
You offer to all

Hold high the weapon of right
Smite what is wrong.
A tender shield held in defence against hate

Stand in defiance 
Kick malevolence
into oblivion 

Talent and artistry
Remain

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Barbara Writes Oct 19, 2011

THE DAY I DIED

My eyes opened as I rise from sleep of death
Resting on my couch from stress of MS
Much pain from earlier in the day
Peace and wonderment was all I felt

Staring at space above me, I wondered in my mind
How my eyes suddenly opened
How manner in which my lashes stood up
From a sleep that proved to be precious

Suddenly, my heart embedded in my chest
Fluttered as a feather's touch on a calm day
My heart silently beat on, my breath of life returned to me
As God smiled at me once more

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loved Oct 19, 2011

You Honour me more than I Deserve

Thanks,
Follow my style,
If it can please you
And
Shake up this world,
Of lonely followers...

Time moves on,
So should we too,
And
Take to the Eagles wings

Albeit,
We don't know
What all Eagles can achieve.
I do hope,
Others will follow soon.

K
Kailashana2 Oct 19, 2011

a labor of love watched by generations

I am not amused
said she
of the eternal sea
raging clouds
and churning brine

sand bags will not hold her back
said he
of the angry swell
looming
larger than time

torrents came
and babies wailed
oceans denied their pleasure,

rainbows appeared soon after,
and the land was calm,
soaking up her sun, his treasure

soon the moon and stars fell fast asleep
dreaming dreams of a good earth, dreaming of tales
and a siren's song: "If you love, love openly."