The warmth of my mouth
is by your breath fanned, embers
heated by reply.
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The warmth of my mouth
is by your breath fanned, embers
heated by reply.
Silence screams within me
Your ears deafened by the sound
Our book closes forever.
Virgil - can't stop those birthdays!!!:D
Not bad Janine, but I think you got six syllables in that last line. I'll modify it.
Book closes forever,
life ends with a small whimper.
Sun goes by again.
D'oh, I got skipped again.
Sun goes by again
and glowing souls glister more,
heated by reply.
heated by reply
pressure to hit submit, poor
Il Penseroso
Wow, that is an excellent one. :thumbs_upQuote:
Originally Posted by Il Penseroso
Il penseroso,
let's meet in Florence by the
ponte vecchio.
http://www.longpassages.org/images/F...ial%20view.jpg
Ponte veccio,
the old bridge in Italy,
would be like a dream.
would be like a dream,
like walking on arias
drinking Chianti
Drinking Chianti
with Italian bread and cheese,
Wild mushrooms in oil.
wild mushrooms in oil
partying like crazy with
sweet red potatoes
Not a good effort anyway. I was rushed.
:lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
Sweet red potatoes
Boiled with corned beef and cabbage
with spicy mustard.
;)
with spicy mustard
eggroll hors'doevers sing a hot
tempting melody
Hmmm, I'm going to get some food.
Tempting melody
played upon an ancient lute
wittles the hours.
Chinese or Italian?
wittles the hours
to diminutive specks like
sunbeam captured dust