Poem of the Week

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.

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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

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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.

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")

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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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

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

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.

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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

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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

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

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Severed Heart

Time will mend this severed bond
And my purpose will return

But I can't stand this present state
As my love for her still burns

God please don't take my fading hope
Don't claim this dying heart
For how i cope is beyond me
If my love departs


Time may mend this severed bond
And my purpose may return

But i can't stand this present state
As my tears of love fiat.

I dread the final moments and
Panic in rage and fear
As i can't comprehend a single day
When she's no longer here.


Time won't mend this severed heart
My purpose won't return

I will not stand my present state
I will dictate my fate

So as she leaves me for the last time
And her spirit fades away

I know it won't be long
Before we are joined again.

Larkhill Childrens Tales

The Little Stranger

Once upon a time little Aimee Jones was walking home from school when a small man joined her on her journey.

The little man asked Aimee if she would like to see some little puppies. Aimee remembered that her mum had instructed her not to talk to strangers and offered no reply to the little man.

The small man then offered Aimee some sweets and again Aimee did not answer.

Aimee was a little anxious and scared so she started to run. Within a few minutes she arrived at her house door and was relieved to find the little man hadn't followed her.

She knocked on the door and there was no reply. She knocked again and once more no one replied. She then went around the back of the house and found that the kitchen door was unlocked.

As she entered the house three puppies approaching her at great speed startled her. She was almost knocked over but managed to grab a kitchen chair to balance herself. She shouted for her mum but heard no reply. Then all of a sudden, to her amazement, the little man walked into the kitchen, 'hello' he said, 'what are you doing here'?. 'I live here,' she replied. before realizing the man was a stranger and she shouldn't be speaking to him. 'where's my mum ? she exclaimed.
'She doesn't live here anymore,' he said, 'she's gone to live in Australia.'
'She can't have, I only saw her this morning and she didn't mention anything,'she replied.

The little man then explained that the house had been sold to him and he was now the sole owner of it. The man then calmly asked Aimee if she would like to stay with him, as her mum obviously didn't want her in Australia.

Aimee began to cry, as she couldn't believe her mum would do such a thing. The little man offered Aimee something to eat. Aimee was amazed to find that the food and drink on offer was made solely from sweets. There was chocolate stew, candy bread and liquorice tea. Aimee decided to gobble up the food as she was starving after a long day at school.

After tea she wandered round the house to see what changes the man had made. Firstly she went into her mums room. She quickly discovered that all her mum's clothes were still in the wardrobe. She continued to investigate further and found that her mum's shoes and make-up were also still in the bedroom. Aimee was now quite worried and decided to be brave and confront the little man about her findings.

Aimee found the little man in the kitchen washing up the pots. He was singing a strange song, which Aimee didn't recognise. Aimee approached the little man and asked him in a clear and assertive voice, 'If my mum has gone to Australia, why are all her things still in her bedroom ?' As the little man turned round Aimee noticed two little horns peeping through his thick, black hair. She had not noticed these before and was sure they weren't there earlier.
The little man muttered, 'your mum left quickly and is going to replace all of her things when she gets to Australia. '

All of a sudden Aimee heard a small muttering noise from the cupboards near the sink. ' what was that ?' Aimee said calmly.
'Mice' said the man.
Aimee knew that the noise that the noise that came from the cupboard was not a mouse. She now suspected that the noise was her mum and that the little man had put her there.

The little man suddenly began to hurl abuse at Aimee calling her names such as, smelly girl, big ears and spotty. Aimee decided not to rise to the taunts and replied with a simple and polite, 'Thank you,' to each of the names. The little man was startled and furious by this reaction, and it became obvious that he was trying to make Aimee behave badly. He then began to make a mess of the kitchen by smashing plates onto the floor and tipping the leftover waste from the previous meal over the walls. Again Aimee did not respond as the little man had hoped. She just picked up a pan and brush and began to clean up the mess.

This was the final straw, the little man began to rage and rage. He chanted,' Aimee behave badly, Aimee behave badly.' But Aimee continued to clean up and mutter the words,'Thank you.'

'That's it,' shouted the little man. And within a couple of minutes he had burst into flames and transformed into a heap of ashes on the floor. Aimee quickly brushed up the ashes and threw them outside the back door of the house. She then rushed to the kitchen cupboard and, as she expected, her mum was there tied up and gagged. She quickly undid the knots and freed her mum.

'Thank you, Thank you,' said her mum and gave Aimee a big hug. I can't believe that you were so brave and got rid of the little man all on your own.

Aimee smiled looked up at her mum and said.

'I'm hungry any chance of some chocolate stew !?'

Larkhill Childrens Tales

Behind The Bush With The Mush

Deep in the forest, behind the old oak tree there lived little Impy, the cutest elf you ever did see. Impy often played with his two best friends,
Snow and Grow. Snow was a bright red mushroom who always wore a green hat with a small bell on top. Grow was also red. He wasn't the brightest of mushrooms, he had to stay in mushroom school for an extra two years just to pass his two times table !

One day the three friends decided to go into the forest on an adventure picnic. They packed their baskets with all sorts of goodies and set off on their travels.

After walking for several hours, they came across a big bush in their way. "What are we going to do ? said Snow. 'How are we going to continue our journey ?' said Impy.
'I know,' said Snow, 'let's climb on each other's shoulders and climb over'. 'Good idea, ' said Impy.

Impy stood at at the bottom and allowed Grow to climb on his shoulders. Snow then climbed up on both of them and jumped over the the large bush.

A call of,' Help!' then came from behind the bush. 'oh no,' said Impy, 'how are we going to get over the bush, there are only two of us? If we climb on each other's shoulders we aren't tall enough to get over the bush'.

'I know said Grow, 'I will grow tall and then we can climb over.' 'How
long will that take ? ' said Impy, looking baffled.

'Not long,'
said Grow, who stretched and stretched and stretched. Impy looked a little worried as Grow was pulling some very strange faces. 'Is it working ?' asked Impy.

' No!' said Grow, who was out of breath. 'Oh, what are we going to do ? exclaimed Impy in a desperate voice. After twenty or so minutes of racking their brains for ideas, Grow jumped up in the air and shouted 'I' ve got it, I've got it !'
Impy looked at Grow in amazement. 'What is it ? What is it' ? he quizzed urgently.

' Lets walk round it !' said Grow.

Poem of The Week

The Pull of your love.

As you walked the hills and stroked the ground with naked feet
As you floated through the early morning mist
I ignored the pull of your love

As your beauty glowed through the window
As moments of passion passed me by
I ignored the pull of your love

As you suppressed your longing
As you hid your generous romance
I ignored the pull of your love

As ageing matured your heart
As sadness set your tears and joy apart
I ignored the pull of your love

As you bent to kiss my lips
As this world i did depart
I realised, but alas to late
I'd ignored your love

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My Sweet Valentine

Lets entwine my valentine
Lets engage in uninhibited love

Lets seek and use every moment
Lets float in worlds above

Lets seek a new Nirvana
Lets sing like turtle doves

Lets warm in our affection
God knows this is

True Love

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LOST AND FOUND

Faintly passing out one day
I hit my head upon the clay

It was a stoke of rare luck
That I avoided being squashed by a passing truck

I arose in glee and gasped a sigh of relief
Only to be robbed by a passing thief.

I chased him high and I chased him low
But wherever I went he did not show.

And then I laughed aloud as I realised what he had took
A doggy bag all filled with muck.

Oh dear i thought where is my dog ?
as the the bang on the head had wiped my log

I turned the street corners and searched the crannies
And even asked two passing grannies.

And then it hit me in a flash
My memory had obviously been too rash

I realised i had lost my cash as I darted around
In such a dash.

But every story has a silver lining
And the sound of "woof" ended my pining

There she was my little doggy
All wet and cold and a little soggy

A gift did drop from mouth to Paw
My good little doggy had found my dough.

Poem of The Week

TAKE AWAY THE MEANING OF LIFE

I sit within a crowded room with materialistic choices of future doom
Take my hand and take me where the room is empty and there are no cares.
Without a meaning to everything I will once more begin to sing
Oh fly away with dainty wings these choices life does but bring.

There is no meaning in what we pursue and what we all so willingly do
All our ideas on what is right, what is good and why we must fight
Give us a crutch to steady our plight.

Must we ensue mans unwritten path , morals, religion , work and play
Prescribed to give cause as we live each day
Or is there another way ?

If purpose dies and nobody cares and we realise its all in vain
We may become incredibly sane and realise what in life is fact
and what is just life’s man made act

So without meaning in our life we’ll wander forth and feel whats real
And those who failed will be revealed and their wants will be so easily healed
Expectation will no longer be in this future world I long to see.