It seems that in the morning, I just might rue,
the decision of letting me get away from you?
I agree to hell with foul verbal jism (great line)
A nasty after effect of mouth circumcision... (great sign)
Thank God, is something that I do every day,
and, yes, I thank God, when you came my way...
So pretty as well were your words and thoughts...
Not like so many other, of those useless twa** (lol)
Ok, well, usually, I'm not so foul mouthed,
but here, I greet the poet,
wether they're northered, or they're southed...
And to rise to the challenge, at least tonight I found...
a few, risque words, have been written and bound.
Cannot thank you enough, for the kind words that you said,
Just like you, in the morning, they'll stick in my head.
And I hope that I see more from you,
when I come back to this thread...
Stick around, talk to everyone...
break a little bread!

Runpenzo, my friend, what you say it is true,
and I know it exists in other poets too...
It takes just some beginners, only a few,
to get the words rhyming, and then what do you do?

You watch as the others, start to jump in,
and so many take the challenge with a big droopy Grin,
and then so many incredible tales do begin,
That to not put a post here... well, that would be sin...

I must take this time to thank everyone right now,
who without all there posts, I'd have no-one to bow,
For keeping this thread going, and boy, oh how,
And letting me continue to talk like this, wow...

So many have risen to the challenge tonight,
that my fingertips burn like a plane crash in flight,
but there's always another great poet insight...
and to stop responding, oh boy what a fight...

What I'm really trying to express, to let everyone know,
is that each one of us, truely, has put on a show,
that would inspire anyone to come, and just simply flow...
and watch from their own hearts, poetry grow...

Thank you each and everyone, who continues to post...
KNow that everyday I check this thread,
and To anyone, I will raise my glass in a toast!
With anyone who cares to rhyme with me...
A response, guarenteed, you will see!

At this moment, I'm taking a slight break,
a few minutes, an few hours, could be the break that I take,
But Please, continue, to talk... if just for my sake...
And of course, keeping it in rhyme,
is the iceing on the cake.

Hey NightRuler, good to see you around,
of course you can come on in, grab a drink and sit down...
thanks for telling us so much in your first post...
I admit you've given away more the most...
With your tirades of self affiliation...
(by letting us know about cronic masturbation)
I'm afraid that my status has hit hi elevation...
Since I've seen that you stopped,
at my poetry station...
Yours' NightRuler, is a unique sort of rhyme,
that flow with good rythm, and has excellent time,
But remember my friend, you don't have to talk to just me...
Go ahead and talk to anyone you see...
I'm sure that they'll like you,
(even better then most)
once they see the great material you constantly posts...
and what better place, to come one in and then boast.
Then a lyrical, slamming, poetry jamming roast?
Welcome my "sin"
Post again!

lol... masturbation is free
so go at it
monkey in a mango tree

Thank you for keeping the rhyme in time,
While waiting for others to drop the dime,
and take the time to stop and see,
if maybe they can rhyme a verse or three...
Can be no one cooler, then someone who sticks to the rules...
Those rhyming, us rhymers, all rhyming, rhyming fools.

Let me spin you a tale that you may have heard before...
about a valiant young night who came and knocked on your door,
He promised, like so many others had,
that his intentions were true, and his heart wasn't bad...
That he would listen to the things that you needed someone to hear...
and of the sorrow of lonliness, you would never have to fear.
and you used to believe them so long ago...
but he's not the first who has told this old song...
and before you can even finish giving him your heart...
he's already doing you wrong...
He's forgetting you... and all the wonderful things that you do...
Instead of moonlight walks, sitting on the beach at fireside...
he takes you to places where your face you'de rather hide...
and the same old fights, and the same old "whores"
shopping the same loser punks, at the same mall stores...
Some romeo... some night in shinning armour he...
He comes along and saves the princess, then he locks her up, and losses the key...
and I can see that in your eyes...
You don't want this, and your heart only lies,
when it says that it'll settle for the same old scene...
those backwood, backwards hillbilly "jocks",
with the girls who are turning green...
I'm sorry girl, that this is how it has been...
to treat you this way, is more then a sin...
and I would take you around the stars and moon,
again, and again, and again...
But to get you to believe my words...
Above all the other "losers" din!
So that you would have a life of love,
but not your love to lose
a new one, that really meant something,
sure might cure your blues

You really are a musician... this I can tell from your word...
it's like you've read the story, heard each word I've ever heard...
So many times we all end up there... just standing alone, so we think...
so many times, our tears have fallen, taking us to the brink...
Oh but sometimes these tears are so heavy..
that well, I find I can't hold them anymore,
and down from my face,
(like the cops sprayed me with mace) lol,
the tears down my cheeks they do pour.

That being said, don't worry to much,
I do get the message you're sending, as such,
and I do take to heart what you pass on for me to see,
I think we've both heard these words before...
but, not from you and me...

and that's where it really takes the cake,
because words like these some people won't say...
and a kind word, or good thought... just a sympathy feeling,
can't often make so many problems go away...

So stand up, and say them, the words you hold true,
Let the master poet I see, continue to flow through you...
I'm not the only one that has a powerful gift my friend...
I can tell that with your words, many hearts would quickly mend.

Of course, no beef between you and I...
How could I argue, with such a good guy?
And you know I wouldn't say, if I thought it were a lie....
But a few of your poems have already left me...
just to sit, and think and sigh...
and be glad... we both took the time,
to meet, greet, and say hi...

And I better say it quickly, before this poem ends...
But to two poets who met, and cast words with one another,
how can they not help, but always be friends?

I'm sorry with your lonely, with no one at your side,
Being so bored can mess with ones pride...
It makes you stop, standing on the brink,
when you say, am I so bored, that I'll just sit here and think?
So tired of the same ol same car ride,
tired of the pits, that when you go in, it's where the losers hide...
but once your in, it's way to late,
and every loser there, thinks in just walked a date...
and a girl your calliper, is suddenly surrounded by a circle...
of jacks, and sprats, and hee-haws, that bray and snort like Irkle...
so you sit at home, tho you'de like to go out,
and from your sweet lips, hangs a sad pursed pout,
cause you know that even if you went somewhere,
you'de just be admist a bunch of other people,
who just sit there and stare.
I think your most right, in your write when you say...
that it's best to save for the morning...
most losers dissapear, in the light of day....

ah once in my life, I held a girl so grand,
yet mistakes made her fingers slip from my hand...
six long years, did we love with such pride...
it was in the seventh inning, that our love somehow died...

it wasn't the case of casey at the bat,
but it was a case of too much pride...
after so many years of living together,
I suppose, after awhile, you take it in stride...

and our love faded... it faded away...
which is some of the reason that I comment today,
on a foolish heart, and a foolish mind....
niether one, seperate, or together, does love ever bind...

but fear not my dear friend, for my heart it does heal,
and each new day is a like a brand new feel...
well, feeling a little bit less that way,
of the pain that was, for happyness each day...

and it's not easy... no easier then your task,
sometimes, in my regret, as strong as your love, I do bask,
but it's often a night when I read something like your love...
that these feelings of woe, do I finally rise above...

It's people like you, and love like yours,
that streches my friend, even to desolate shores...
and covers the beaches with heart felt tears...
that washes away the pain, the fears...

So I thank you so much, for that my friend...
and your worries for me, they can come to an end...
and on another subject, where we might find some plight,
against me, for your girl, you would not have to fight!

So come on on over and give me a shove, tell me,
hey man, get your own love...
For you knew that it wasn't your love that I seek...
I just wanted to stop, and take a peak.

Hey, this kid deserves all out support... He just needs to know where to be... Go to the Milf section... you will find all your wildest dreams answered there my friend... and be more then welcome...
Hope to see you there... but stay away from my milf...
FroznChild...

Well little girl, I hope you sleep swell,
and when you wake up in the morning,
sit in the sun aspell,
and think of me sitting here thinking of you,
and wishing I was with you, in the sunshine too.

Wonderful lyrical content my friend,
I can tell that from your heart, these words truely span...
such a lady, someday, I wish I will meet,
I guess, you could say, I wish I was in your feet...

To let go of everything that seems like it should build,
for a love that when you return, nothing else like it will yield,
the way that you must feel so deep down inside,
the way that you hold it softly, as a friend, it gives me pride...

The words that you lay down onto this page,
show that you love is like the knowledge of a sage...
deep, and heartfelt... so good to the last drop...
a love like yours (even though I'm a guy)
I can tell is good... it will never stop...

and she is so lucky, to have one such as you...
I hope that sincerely, your dreams do come true.
I hope that, sincerely, she see's you the same way...
although I don't have a doubt that she does, I must say...

So thank you my friend, for the many kind things you said,
your love for this girl really does swell my head...
If she were ever to meet me, I think I would say...
That Runpenzo let me know he loves her...
just the other day....

the only way to make that rhyme, is flowers by the 2!

Ok everyone, I'm taking a moments rest,
but feel free to talk amongst each other,
remember, rhymings best...
well, many other people may not have the same thought in their head...
but that's the rules, for this particular thread...
I hope to see many more posts, when I return to this in time,
from many of my lovely friends, who are so very good with rhyme!

Ah but many a night, through my mind, poetry does sift...
It falls thru the veins that run down my neck,
and flows through my fingers as they hunt and peck,
I thank you for such a kind sentence you wrote,
and upon my quickness, how you yourself, quickly did dote...
It's comments like these, and people like you,
that really makes a poet's, true poetry shine through...
As I read you comment, it did cause me to smile,
and bask in your light, (stared at your picture awhile)
and then like a beast that flashes in the wood,
I wrote a response, just as fast as I could.

Runpenzo Runpenzo, I'm glad you let down your hair,
and I know that if she knew, she couldn't wait till you were there,
A man like you, with the words that you speak,
It's funny how with just a look,
she makes your knees weak.

To take such a trip, you don't need a sign...
I can't tell when you're together, your love will be devine.
If she only could see, how you struggle in vain,
To stay where you are, and to deal with the pain,
of loving her deeply and wanting to go,
and waiting, and waiting, love often is slow...

That I'm glad that you grasped what you wanted tonight,
(and, even if only in dreams) you let your love take flight...

even without body it soon will arrive,
and together, you and her, "till you show up" will survive.

that's allright, at least you perspired,
and I could tell right away,
they couldn't keep your mouth wired,
against what you wanted to say.

I can see now that you think I did all right,
I'm glad that you stopped and posted tonight,
Keep on fighting, to get to sleep, right?
Eyes are all tired, but to stay open they fight...

I thank you again for taking your time,
and I agree now, that you should rest from rhyme...
Maybe get some sleep, and rest your head...
When you aint tired no more, come back to this thread!

I agree... Not true. Somethings are best left unsaid... specially in this department.
Knowing too much, can really pop that idealic picture of your partner, that most people have in thier head.

Well the only thing that I can suggest,
is that you change your speed all due course,
If the girl has unfurled your world for you,
Then you should head towards that force...

Drop everything that you are doing,
or how you are thiking about her now...
Start walking, first out the door, down the block,
over mountains, past fields,
just do it...
doesn't matter how.

Drop your world as you know it...
if she is indeed waiting for you...
Let her know that you are no longer waiting,
for things to be perfect, because when you do...

She will thank you...
for stopping your life,
and making her dreams come true.

Hey... that's not fair... switching the subject...
In a good relationship, you should be able to talk about anything...
Problem with a good relationship where you talk about anything, is anything can happen...
and some people don't want to "listen" about just anything...
even if they asked to hear it.

ShellyShell, thanks for laying, the low low down,
showing the peeps how to really play the town.
It's for hard runnin soul weavers, to debate your word,
but such truer sentiment, I aint never heard.
Glad to see you walking down the street,
with the devil by your side,
I know when I see you shellyshell,
lifes bout to take a ride...
Exciting, constant, to a thump thump grind,
when you talk the talk, walk the walk,
you know that you're my kind.
To bad you had to leave,
gonna greive,
eyes leaking like a sieve,
till you get back,
and lay some more track!

tonight was good
things went like they should
tomarrow will be great
more new friends I can't wait


Your confidence abounds,
and indeed, as it sounds,
you will meet many a glorious new friend...
Just wait until tomorrow,
don't let your heart fill with sorry,
I think then, your waiting might end.