Breaking up
Such cutting words of love that's lost
encased my heart in a piercing frost
Broken in a lifeless way
Oh I dwell on waisted days
If one can love and show such warmth
what changed this to a love that's torn ?
We Joined in quests of passing pleasure
but this you split with your sole endeavour
Breathless from the tears of shock
the mind does race it runs a mock
Friends so close will help me cope
time will heal and give me hope.
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Friday, 26 November 2010
Poem of the Week
The love touch
You are my truth and you are my light
so burn my lies with your passion
and save me from the dark
I lust for your closeness
and pleasure you will bring
If you were a wasp I would gladly
take your sting.
Let all your doors open, draw me in so slow
like a furness with a purpose
you will be my endless glow.
When tears of joy fall down your cheeks
and fall to reach the floor
our love will be forever
so deep within our core
As we prevail as two in one
surviving each passing day
our bond will be unbroken
so strong in every way
So take me to your dreamland
where lovers do but play
Lets game in endless pleasure
until our dying days
You are my truth and you are my light
so burn my lies with your passion
and save me from the dark
I lust for your closeness
and pleasure you will bring
If you were a wasp I would gladly
take your sting.
Let all your doors open, draw me in so slow
like a furness with a purpose
you will be my endless glow.
When tears of joy fall down your cheeks
and fall to reach the floor
our love will be forever
so deep within our core
As we prevail as two in one
surviving each passing day
our bond will be unbroken
so strong in every way
So take me to your dreamland
where lovers do but play
Lets game in endless pleasure
until our dying days
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Poem of the Week
REQUEST FOR PLEASURE
Will it really be that good ?
Will you meet my needs ?, you should.
Will your loins be sweet and deep ?
Will you strain down pleasure street ?
Oh I hope you take me quick
take me slowly wet my wick
I smack your arse
and gag you so
with my thrusting
man of woe.
Scratch the skin rasp my bones
make me beg and make me groan
I'll play with you and make you moan
Eat me, drink me taste me now
For we will gasp in lustful flow
You will open your deep divide
and we will ebb to co inside
emotionally we will but ride
We really need to ebb and flow
to rise and fall and deeply sow
Lets find a way to have our lot
All's we need is a cunning plot.
Will it really be that good ?
Will you meet my needs ?, you should.
Will your loins be sweet and deep ?
Will you strain down pleasure street ?
Oh I hope you take me quick
take me slowly wet my wick
I smack your arse
and gag you so
with my thrusting
man of woe.
Scratch the skin rasp my bones
make me beg and make me groan
I'll play with you and make you moan
Eat me, drink me taste me now
For we will gasp in lustful flow
You will open your deep divide
and we will ebb to co inside
emotionally we will but ride
We really need to ebb and flow
to rise and fall and deeply sow
Lets find a way to have our lot
All's we need is a cunning plot.
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Poem of the Week
Gretchen Rose.
Oh Gretchen Rose I dreamed of you
My sparkle in this world so blue.
Oh Gretchen Rose
My flower so sweet
I wish you'd walked upon those feet
And trekked a path of love so neat.
Oh Gretchen Girl
You were my hope
I knew your joy would help me cope
Oh Gretchen Rose
My petite femme
My love so small
My little Gem.
"Dedicated to my friend Kate who sadly lost her little baby girl")
Oh Gretchen Rose I dreamed of you
My sparkle in this world so blue.
Oh Gretchen Rose
My flower so sweet
I wish you'd walked upon those feet
And trekked a path of love so neat.
Oh Gretchen Girl
You were my hope
I knew your joy would help me cope
Oh Gretchen Rose
My petite femme
My love so small
My little Gem.
"Dedicated to my friend Kate who sadly lost her little baby girl")
Monday, 25 October 2010
Poem of the Week
DECISIONS
People mix and stir the views
for those that follow
and those that choose.
Placid I don't really care,
I take a grip and clear the air
for those who listen and those who share.
Open the mind, do not wait
It's never to late to innovate.
So don't let the brain evaporate
grasp the nettle, take the bait.
People mix and stir the views
for those that follow
and those that choose.
Placid I don't really care,
I take a grip and clear the air
for those who listen and those who share.
Open the mind, do not wait
It's never to late to innovate.
So don't let the brain evaporate
grasp the nettle, take the bait.
Friday, 15 October 2010
Poem of the Week
The Lovers Rath
Messing with me you should not do
Cause I'm going wild
I burn the air with my fire
I'm taking your life away
But you can survive
Just take a piece of me
And lets just see
I is raging
All down the line
Make me feel fine
Do not decline
Marry me
Set me free
Oh my god
You torment
Deeply die
My lovers wrath
Soldier on
And lay the path
I will be your
Coco clown
I will not sulk
I will not frown
For I will rock and I will roll
I will not sell my blessed soul
I will not deny my love for thee.
My love forever, I will decree.
Messing with me you should not do
Cause I'm going wild
I burn the air with my fire
I'm taking your life away
But you can survive
Just take a piece of me
And lets just see
I is raging
All down the line
Make me feel fine
Do not decline
Marry me
Set me free
Oh my god
You torment
Deeply die
My lovers wrath
Soldier on
And lay the path
I will be your
Coco clown
I will not sulk
I will not frown
For I will rock and I will roll
I will not sell my blessed soul
I will not deny my love for thee.
My love forever, I will decree.
Saturday, 9 October 2010
Poem of the Week
No More Will I Wander
I found beauty in nothing
As i harvested the world
But i missed the little field
Where you outshone
The golden sheaves of corn.
Would it not be good
To walk with me today
To shed your outer coat
And embrace in lovers play.
No more will I wander
For I have surely found
The one that sets me under
Oh this is passion
This is not barren ground
I found beauty in nothing
As i harvested the world
But i missed the little field
Where you outshone
The golden sheaves of corn.
Would it not be good
To walk with me today
To shed your outer coat
And embrace in lovers play.
No more will I wander
For I have surely found
The one that sets me under
Oh this is passion
This is not barren ground
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Poem of The Week
To Find My Love
On such sweet thoughts I do but dwell
of fulfilling drops from the lovers well
Oh help agree my future fate
and send me on an endless date
where I shall find a lifelong mate
Do not fool me with a sprinkle of lust
where eyes are glazed with short term trust
Just send me a message from the skies above
delivered by the snow white dove
Foretell the story of who I will love
in future times and in heaven above.
On such sweet thoughts I do but dwell
of fulfilling drops from the lovers well
Oh help agree my future fate
and send me on an endless date
where I shall find a lifelong mate
Do not fool me with a sprinkle of lust
where eyes are glazed with short term trust
Just send me a message from the skies above
delivered by the snow white dove
Foretell the story of who I will love
in future times and in heaven above.
Friday, 28 May 2010
Poem of the Week
Tortured Innocent
Hurt cuts deep into my heart
tears fill my eyes
As my little angels locks of gold
fall in clumps of desperation
and lay upon the ground.
How can my child understand
why should she stand alone
I cannot protect my princess
as children stare,laugh and taunt
I can't stop the corner giggles
that scar her innocent tortured soul
God protect her confidence
strengthen her spirit
keep her proud and smiling
for come what may
she will always be my daughter
my sunshine in every way
Hurt cuts deep into my heart
tears fill my eyes
As my little angels locks of gold
fall in clumps of desperation
and lay upon the ground.
How can my child understand
why should she stand alone
I cannot protect my princess
as children stare,laugh and taunt
I can't stop the corner giggles
that scar her innocent tortured soul
God protect her confidence
strengthen her spirit
keep her proud and smiling
for come what may
she will always be my daughter
my sunshine in every way
Sunday, 23 May 2010
Poem of the Week
Sheep Syndrome.
Lets conform from the age of three
as the decree of conformity won't let you be
for you will hold your knife and fork like every other living dork
Lets all wear our uniforms, to school, work and play
blazers, suits and football shirts
will ensure you do not stray
When the time comes to vote ,you know it's not for thee
you shouldn't vote for anyone outside the family tree
Follow your fathers,choose one of three
or your vote will be a waisted one
that's democracy you see.
On saturday nights lets go to the pub
watch X factor and Dorothy
Lets not be original
for conservative we should be.
Let the masses follow each other in predicted sheepish ways
so the shepherds have it easy and predict our every way.
James Larkhill
Lets conform from the age of three
as the decree of conformity won't let you be
for you will hold your knife and fork like every other living dork
Lets all wear our uniforms, to school, work and play
blazers, suits and football shirts
will ensure you do not stray
When the time comes to vote ,you know it's not for thee
you shouldn't vote for anyone outside the family tree
Follow your fathers,choose one of three
or your vote will be a waisted one
that's democracy you see.
On saturday nights lets go to the pub
watch X factor and Dorothy
Lets not be original
for conservative we should be.
Let the masses follow each other in predicted sheepish ways
so the shepherds have it easy and predict our every way.
James Larkhill
Monday, 10 May 2010
Poem of the Week
Exploration
Deep in exploration
my tongue doth dart so sweet
caressing shallow valleys
and lashing valleys deep
Touching teasing tender flow
I harrow softly as I mow
to the place where lovers go
the place where I will but sow.
Dipping,lapping in and out
circling round the flowing spout
So deep I plunge in gushing waves
through the stream that lovers crave
Drowned and tired I find my rest
my lover sighs and begs to rest
my tongue has lost its final zest
in pursuit of loves conquest.
Deep in exploration
my tongue doth dart so sweet
caressing shallow valleys
and lashing valleys deep
Touching teasing tender flow
I harrow softly as I mow
to the place where lovers go
the place where I will but sow.
Dipping,lapping in and out
circling round the flowing spout
So deep I plunge in gushing waves
through the stream that lovers crave
Drowned and tired I find my rest
my lover sighs and begs to rest
my tongue has lost its final zest
in pursuit of loves conquest.
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
Poem of the Week
Love Stream
Pierce my heart
saturate my veins
flow sweet streams of purified love
Let yearning days abate
on barren hills
so heather strewn
Entwine our spirits
in pastures new
as longing fades
and days ignite
with naked rays
of your delight
Hold me close
take me there
the place where lovers dream and lovers care
Pierce my heart
saturate my veins
flow sweet streams of purified love
Let yearning days abate
on barren hills
so heather strewn
Entwine our spirits
in pastures new
as longing fades
and days ignite
with naked rays
of your delight
Hold me close
take me there
the place where lovers dream and lovers care
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
Poem of The Week
Roses
I can't take the roses
They remind me of you
I can't take the roses
They just make me feel blue
So send away the roses
until you return
For without you with me everyday
my flame will not burn
All the flowers bloom and die
Like our love it makes me cry
But when I see the roses
It reminds me of you
So send away the roses
until you return
For without you with me everyday
my flame will not burn
Every day i dream of your return
as petals drop and colours turn
but when I see the roses you seem so far away
So send away the roses
until you return
For without you with me everyday
my flame will not burn
I can't take the roses
They remind me of you
I can't take the roses
They just make me feel blue
So send away the roses
until you return
For without you with me everyday
my flame will not burn
All the flowers bloom and die
Like our love it makes me cry
But when I see the roses
It reminds me of you
So send away the roses
until you return
For without you with me everyday
my flame will not burn
Every day i dream of your return
as petals drop and colours turn
but when I see the roses you seem so far away
So send away the roses
until you return
For without you with me everyday
my flame will not burn
Saturday, 3 April 2010
Poem of The Week
Volatile
Addictive longing wandering mind
looks for pleasure it cannot find
I will change like the lively wind
moody dramatic so bloody erratic
Oh satisfy my need
fullfill my hunger
Why is contentment so far away ?
Where is peace ?
release this frustration
tearing me apart
God kill my addiction
and Cure my affliction
Addictive longing wandering mind
looks for pleasure it cannot find
I will change like the lively wind
moody dramatic so bloody erratic
Oh satisfy my need
fullfill my hunger
Why is contentment so far away ?
Where is peace ?
release this frustration
tearing me apart
God kill my addiction
and Cure my affliction
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