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the rules
are rules no doubt
but when it comes to love
a pussy doubles up into
a cat!

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Originally Posted by mazHur

the rules
are rules no doubt
but when it comes to love
a pussy doubles up into
a cat!

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A cat!
while so sneaky
cannot avoid the laws
of jungle, physics or poetry
ever

ever
this thought occurred
to you that felines are
not only cats but have genders
pussies!

Pussies!
when they're women's
then they'e good arguments
but a cat's, sorry, ain't worth squat
to me

to me
the perfect day
is to be full enough
but still hungry for your second
helping

helping
one, delicious!
go slow for the second,
try something new, savor each taste,
mmm mmm

mmm mmm
enjoy my dear
have as many servings
as you like until you are full
and dead !

and dead
arose pallid
in blood stained shrouds
marching forward with blazing orbs
ghost birds...

turkeys--
slain before, for
Thanksgiving Feasts eaten--
alive by eldrich fire advanced:
stuff this!

stuff this
in your pocket
and take it out later
holding it to your lips for sweet
kisses

kisses
began the show
and things began moving
scenes started changing and brought in
climax

climax
brings with it hope,
for what has happened once
might happen once again...even
better...

Better?
I think so, yes.
Much improved here lately.
Living daily one at a time--
chin up!

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chin up!
expectations
reaching for the heavens
make dreams thrive and passion blossom
anew.

anew
is what you are
awashed with glowing sun
warming your beautiful hands for
writing

writing,
make no mistake,
is a touch, as roses
so pale in moonlight, nonetheless,
are red

are red
like roses fresh
the petals of your lips
let me kiss them my Juliet
and die

and die
not yet to live
this mortal coil trod
while failing eyes are closed at last
no God?

No God?
No, tell another.
Does not wash with me, now.
This butterfly is designed for
one plant

the worm
eats the leaves,
cocoons, transforms, flies--
butterflies return feast flowers...
cycle...

cycle
around the block
pick me up at noon please
a chilly willy picnic will
warm fast

warm fast
the safe haven
of your long loving arms
please hold me tight in your warm grip
all night

all night
chaos rages
silent screams do echo
yet the virgin child never stirs
last sleep

last sleep
the longest sleep
is the fate of all things
what happens after the sleep ends
god knows

god knows
if im lucky
pull the trigger, find out
seems the barrel wasn't empty
too late

too late
for you to come
Oh, my dear crusader!
we have already lost battle
of love

of love
I know not how
I only know the pain
flowers grow in daylight’s sunshine
with rain

of love
you speak with spite
you speak of bleeding hearts
pains, and many wasted years
a shame.

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Originally Posted by Wyoecho

of love
I know not how
I only know the pain
flowers grow in daylight’s sunshine
with rain

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with rain
I wash my hair
then dry in daytime breeze
ready for the scents of this night
of love

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Originally Posted by Jihad Joe

of love
you speak with spite
you speak of bleeding hearts
pains, and many wasted years
a shame

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a shame
to miss out on
sunsets entertaining
your eyes and tickling your good soul
please look

please look
have all the muses
become Venus' own slaves?
Enter Thiasus; fauns, pans, nymphs,
Bacchus!

Bacchus,
dangerous game
you played, but time ran out,
the poets won, moonlight lovers,
writing

writing.
humming a tune.
Saw Valkyries riding
horses down The West Wind under
the Moon...

the Moon
woke you, daylight
it seemed to be, how bright
it seemed to grow while reflecting
your eyes

the moon
silk-spun cirlce
man, blue cheese, high tide?
what untold secrets do you hold
for me

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Originally Posted by firefangled

the Moon
woke you, daylight
it seemed to be, how bright
it seemed to grow while reflecting
your eyes

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your eyes
they puzzle me
behind their misty veil
look deeply into mine and see
the moon

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Originally Posted by Jihad Joe

the moon
silk-spun circle
man, blue cheese, high tide
what untold secrets do you hold
for me

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for me
there is this hope
to feel a loving touch
a tap on the shoulder and I
will turn

the moon
turned into stone
lost its light and lustre
when you showed up on the terrace
my love

will turn
night into day
the soft touch of your hand
come and brighten my days and nights
my moon

my moon
lies far out there
verdant Endor supports
lifeforms never seen in your dreams—
awaits

poet
to come and write
describe them all.
paint with words such picture perfect—
unknown...

unknown
heavens above
we think we really know
but I don't think we truly know
we wait

we wait,
and time does not,
how cruel to leave us
chasing, then come pushing us from
behind

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Originally Posted by firefangled

we wait,
and time does not,
how cruel to leave us
chasing, then come pushing us from
behind

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AMEN!! :)


behind
is what I'll be
if I don't hurry there
and make my presence known throughout
this land

This land is mine,sole owner and proud too,

What if this gets outlawed?

I knew it not,for laws are but man made,

And I will hold with pride this mother earth.


Rock me not for I am fragile,

A roused farmer am I today.

I grow flowers, spices too.

I shall always hold this earth with love.:)

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Originally Posted by V.Jayalakshmi

This land is mine,sole owner and proud too,

What if this gets outlawed?

I knew it not,for laws are but man made,

And I will hold with pride this mother earth.


Rock me not for I am fragile,

A roused farmer am I today.

I grow flowers, spices too.

I shall always hold this earth with love.:)

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I'm afraid this is not a cinquain. You should probably post this under Personal Poetry.
For this thread you are supposed to begin your cinquain with the last two words of the person before you, five lines with the following syllable count:
2-4-6-8-2

I hope you can join us.