age like L'Oreal woman
because you're worth it
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age like L'Oreal woman
because you're worth it
with age comes wisdom
wisdom that nobody understands.
is that what
now accounts
for our
entertainment
Searching paradise on earth...
Can we ever find?
the way to paradise
passes through life's hell!
If life becomes hell,
is it worth living?
Why not?Quote:
Originally Posted by aliengirl
Hell's also a shelter
for humans!
But who are we?
A crowd of hollowmen.
Unless we know ourselvesQuote:
Originally Posted by aliengirl
We cannot know God?
Can hours of meditation reveal
Our true identity?
Epitaph:
He brought
A pen to
A gunfight
© tailor STATELY
8/20/2010
"Cup of red,"
she waits and
cows are milked
than drop
A complete story in just eight words. Superb!Quote:
Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
a passionate embrace
a step, swing
dancing lessons
sounds and steps in one short secondQuote:
Originally Posted by AdoreroDio
awesome
worlds apart
in the same home
they lived
This is so efficient, tS, succinct and poignantly telling it all (and more!). So fine.Quote:
Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
His hand
Tight on my chin,
I swim.
Thank you for your kind remarks aliengirl & Bar22do.
Sincerely,
tailor STATELY
Love
is
a serious
business
take
it seriously.
ThanksQuote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
for the advice.
Will surely
follow it.
pleaseQuote:
Originally Posted by aliengirl
make haste
as you live
only once:)
Silence is my answer,
To your unkind behavior.
dumbfounded
the moment her feet
left the ground
aggressive duck
crosses road alone slowly
stopping cars
Did my wordsQuote:
Originally Posted by aliengirl
hurt you?
Burn my tongue:)
Not at all my dear,Quote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
We're good friends. :)
When night spreads its dark wings,
You're missed.
Quote:
Originally Posted by aliengirl
Hi!
If you miss me
there is something
esoteric:)
merci beaucoup!Quote:
Originally Posted by aliengirl
Indeed we are
good friends forever !:)
I have half-dreams
in the crescent light
I felt that we should have an eight-word poem that rhymes, and so I'd like to offer this freshly-minted work entitled Never Marry a Sax Player or a Hooker.
You blow
Although
You know
I'll go.
Coward
or an hypocrite
either way
still..Broken
I asked my mirror,
Who am I?
"Reflection."
:)Quote:
Originally Posted by aliengirl
I asked my mirror,
who am i
'Nothing'!
eight words
are still seven too many
Fish see fishermen and think
Damn, them again.
Your words
have the power
to melt me
A little warmth
makes hearts melt
like chocolate.
Quickly hide that piece, Niece,
it's the police!