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This one is about the agony and ecstasy of love....It's for you daddy :-)....R.I.P.  Come On Daddy, I'll Walk You There... Death be not shy tonight Come out into the glaring light Where mortal men and daughters fight Surrender to your omni plight... Death you make me mad, you know! All talk but never ever show! Why must his suffering be so slow! Why must you tap that hard, then go!... Death you are but shallow The march?....You like it hallow... Licking your lips in anticipation! Breaking off pieces of consolation!... Taunting, mocking, mind control Holding captive a tortured soul... Take him you bastard, take him! He's ready, bathed and trimmed Worn out even more than I am Clouds of morphine running thin... Stop your licentious glad handing! Your invitation is standing Your requirements beyond demanding Your smugness ever expanding... Take him Death, I'm begging you! Don't test me Death for you will lose! I'm not his child nor your muse, I'll steal your thunder and cut him loose!... � this is amazing leigh.. a true fighting spirit! Your Dad was brave and so are you ! Thank you Pansy!  Maxi,merci, merci � vous ! |
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Very beautiful writes in this thread...
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Edited by
kc0003
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see...worth the wait. nicely done. thanks for piching in....who's next? KC...It is YOUR turn now !! Several highly skilled and beautiful women jumped in your bed...I mean euh...realm...with a beautiful exercise of style giving life to a "stop passed "nothing" In the meantime the voyeur I am got inspired watching several trailers letting my mind flash forward !! KC...I want a movie now !  KC and Pansy, a dramatic comedy, a movie somewhere along the lines of Luhrman's Romeo and Juliet... KC & Ainjel, hmm more of a romantic comedy...maybe Nottinghill...or Evita ? for some reason bastet & KC more of an action movie, raw, deep and light somewhere along Undercover Blues or Blue Valentine ? The children...the time.... Oh and Tanyaan..that was intense, so real...fictional or hmm I think of Linklater's Before Sunrise... But do set it straight....  My imagination just always flies out of the window ! haha...funny wait, now i have to another one? |
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(((V)))
that was very nice!
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Edited by
ridewytepony
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This one is about the agony and ecstasy of love....It's for your daddy :-)....R.I.P. Come On Daddy, I'll Walk You There... Death be not shy tonight Come out into the glaring light Where mortal men and daughters fight Surrender to your omni plight... Death you make me mad, you know! All talk but never ever show! Why must his suffering be so slow! Why must you tap that hard, then go!... Death you are but shallow The march?....You like it hallow... Licking your lips in anticipation! Breaking off pieces of consolation!... Taunting, mocking, mind control Holding captive a tortured soul... Take him you bastard, take him! He's ready, bathed and trimmed Worn out even more than I am Clouds of morphine running thin... Stop your licentious glad handing! Your invitation is standing Your requirements beyond demanding Your smugness ever expanding... Take him Death, I'm begging you! Don't test me Death for you will lose! I'm not his child nor your muse, I'll steal your thunder and cut him loose!... � Your ability to embrace the realism of life's cycle shows phenomenal courage alone not to mention the main task at hand.Personally,myself been one that has not been faced with this,its a reminder and could be viewed as a disturbing reality. For your words takes us there and perhaps closer than I want to come. The last verse was so deep.
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This one is about the agony and ecstasy of love....It's for you daddy :-)....R.I.P. Come On Daddy, I'll Walk You There... Death be not shy tonight Come out into the glaring light Where mortal men and daughters fight Surrender to your omni plight... Death you make me mad, you know! All talk but never ever show! Why must his suffering be so slow! Why must you tap that hard, then go!... Death you are but shallow The march?....You like it hallow... Licking your lips in anticipation! Breaking off pieces of consolation!... Taunting, mocking, mind control Holding captive a tortured soul... Take him you bastard, take him! He's ready, bathed and trimmed Worn out even more than I am Clouds of morphine running thin... Stop your licentious glad handing! Your invitation is standing Your requirements beyond demanding Your smugness ever expanding... Take him Death, I'm begging you! Don't test me Death for you will lose! I'm not his child nor your muse, I'll steal your thunder and cut him loose!... � Your ability to embrace the realism of life's cycle shows phenomenal courage alone not to mention the main task at hand.Personally,myself been one that has not been faced with this,its a reminder and could be viewed as a disturbing reality. For your words takes us there and perhaps closer than I want to come. The last verse was so deep. "When you love and get hurt, love more" ~William Shakespeare Thank you! ... Once again you touch that place deep inside me...The one so few manage to find....
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Edited by
Pansytilly
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Thu 01/22/15 06:56 AM
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I'm still very new to this... I hope I don't ruin your thread Leigh... Here goes...
Next to never I watched him As he packed his duffle bag Quietly folding his shirts I thought of how, why, when... But the questions never came. I knew the answers, But it didn't matter... He turned to me, With a wry smile. I smiled back. He leaned closer, The touch of his fingers, On my arm, tingled through me. I catch my breath, Only to be stolen by his hard kiss. Bodies press closer. The scent of soap Mixed with burning Filtered through the air. Hands tore through cloth and skin, As sweat collected in secret parts. A quivering of lips, A ragged sigh of wanting, As legs began to tangle and bodies tumble. Take me... I cried silently, this may be our last... He coaxed my body only he knew how, Gently teasing each spot, each crevice As I held on to every motion, not wanting it to end... Each soft kiss, each wet breath, pressing harder More intent, Until the need overcame want... As legs rose to hips, And hips rose even higher, A collective moan sliced through the air Until we rested on a drifting cloud. Knowing the unknown that lay ahead, I clung to him just as he rested on me Sated, still needing... A need that kept us alive. |
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Your presence here is nothing but positive Pansy! :-))...Your latest touches on so many elements of the agony and ecstasy of love...Well done young lady!
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Making Rooms
As I rest in the afterglow Of the midnight light That you bring to the Window in the center of my home I realize that I could be anywhere The spaces in my house BREATHE and are alive Hanging on your every word I look left to the kitchen sink I think that the rooms in my abode Have taken on a new meaning I'm leaning toward the idea That when I study your bedroom eyes I have been dining on a library so profound It could be brought to any table! So if you are able.... Bring your feast again you beast! I've made room in my Parlour. |
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  (((beach)))
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Aaaaaw TY (((Ta)))!!!!
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Making Rooms As I rest in the afterglow Of the midnight light That you bring to the Window in the center of my home I realize that I could be anywhere The spaces in my house BREATHE and are alive Hanging on your every word I look left to the kitchen sink I think that the rooms in my abode Have taken on a new meaning I'm leaning toward the idea That when I study your bedroom eyes I have been dining on a library so profound It could be brought to any table! So if you are able.... Bring your feast again you beast! I've made room in my Parlour. It can only mean one thing when a man starts writing such beautiful thoughts :-)...This is so pretty Beach! ...Tranquil, calm, expressive...She brings out the best in you darlin...To love!
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Making Rooms As I rest in the afterglow Of the midnight light That you bring to the Window in the center of my home I realize that I could be anywhere The spaces in my house BREATHE and are alive Hanging on your every word I look left to the kitchen sink I think that the rooms in my abode Have taken on a new meaning I'm leaning toward the idea That when I study your bedroom eyes I have been dining on a library so profound It could be brought to any table! So if you are able.... Bring your feast again you beast! I've made room in my Parlour. It can only mean one thing when a man starts writing such beautiful thoughts :-)...This is so pretty Beach! ...Tranquil, calm, expressive...She brings out the best in you darlin...To love! Aaaaw TY (((V)))....as always so incredibly intuitive.
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Making Rooms As I rest in the afterglow Of the midnight light That you bring to the Window in the center of my home I realize that I could be anywhere The spaces in my house BREATHE and are alive Hanging on your every word I look left to the kitchen sink I think that the rooms in my abode Have taken on a new meaning I'm leaning toward the idea That when I study your bedroom eyes I have been dining on a library so profound It could be brought to any table! So if you are able.... Bring your feast again you beast! I've made room in my Parlour.
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<o> First Kiss <o>
Leaning closer, in your sanctum, your lair, Your mien magnetic, you reach and loosen my hair. Your words are gentle, sagacious, True your lips, your mouth a well, a deep oasis. Your eyes steady my hesitant pause. I see reverence, adoration, I am yours! Your breath upon my face, Your mouth upon mine. Our love soars to a further grace. Our first kiss, so earthly, so divine. |
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"First Kiss"...How well I remember!...
 Ladywind, I smile to see you here again looking peaceful and happy! :-)...Thank you for gracing this thread with your amazing poetry!...
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"First Kiss"...How well I remember!... Ladywind, I smile to see you here again looking peaceful and happy! :-)...Thank you for gracing this thread with your amazing poetry!... Thank you Leigh, Mingling is fun and the poetry threads can be remarkable, especially yours.....
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This one was written for a dear friend...One bad choice ruined her life...Love you always and forever (((Jillie)))...
"Tomorrow's Promise" She keeps tomorrow's promise stored in the spare room of a troubled mind Twisted thoughts make love hate happiness sadness impossible to discern... Locked and bolted, a patchwork of heavy metal doors secures every entrance ensuring even the most determined visitor will not get close enough to press a white oleander against shatter proof glass... The nightmare that refuses to sleep gulps cloudy dregs from a well running dry pausing only long enough to inhale oxygen from a scant supply in the cubicle she calls home... Hard rain beats down new growth and breaks off tender buds as it relentlessly washes away a frail foundation of loose sand and looser sanity... "What if's" play out to a mind bending beat as limbic lyrics repeat defeat... What if the water was crystal clear and tears could flow like rain What if block foundations had no windows barred in shame... What if libation's crutch was not a river drowning sorrow What if time was meaningless and yesterday was still tomorrow... What if she had not taken the winding mountain road What if she had not ventured out or for the curve she'd slowed... What if the hand of fate took leave, just winged and flew away Would not tomorrow's promise soar in verisimilitude today... � |
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This one was written for a dear friend...One bad choice ruined her life...Love you always and forever (((Jillie)))... "Tomorrow's Promise" She keeps tomorrow's promise stored in the spare room of a troubled mind Twisted thoughts make love hate happiness sadness impossible to discern... Locked and bolted, a patchwork of heavy metal doors secures every entrance ensuring even the most determined visitor will not get close enough to press a white oleander against shatter proof glass... The nightmare that refuses to sleep gulps cloudy dregs from a well running dry pausing only long enough to inhale oxygen from a scant supply in the cubicle she calls home... Hard rain beats down new growth and breaks off tender buds as it relentlessly washes away a frail foundation of loose sand and looser sanity... "What if's" play out to a mind bending beat as limbic lyrics repeat defeat... What if the water was crystal clear and tears could flow like rain What if block foundations had no windows barred in shame... What if libation's crutch was not a river drowning sorrow What if time was meaningless and yesterday was still tomorrow... What if she had not taken the winding mountain road What if she had not ventured out or for the curve she'd slowed... What if the hand of fate took leave, just winged and flew away Would not tomorrow's promise soar in verisimilitude today... � Oh my...this sounds sooo hopeless. Wondering how and what type of pain could have done that much damage ? Terrible.... |
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