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Post by Aish on Apr 21, 2011 10:56:52 GMT -5
Gathered thunderheads breed electric air,
poetic fertilizer
floating in my kamikaze pool all blissful with disdain.
Unnecessarily erectile words nibble nibble nibble behind my breaststroke.
I cannot shun what cannot be contained.
Next three: savvy, diamantine, maiden
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Post by Reaper696 on Jun 5, 2011 21:05:16 GMT -5
Such a savvy maiden stands before me...
She walks to to me in high-heeled confidence... She leans toward me, Tips my head up, And with that effervescent opulence, Synaptic salad, And my pleasantness of her proximity, Asks me "My husband wants to borrow your condoms".
I see such supple succulence, With eyes endearing and endeavored, In the hunt for deviance with her diamantine device.
I checked my little black book, Found my 3 chambers, And offered it to the altar to alter her state.
The rest, as they say, is herstory...
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Post by Reaper696 on Jun 5, 2011 21:12:37 GMT -5
Whoops...
Fart, cemetery, urbane...
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Post by Aish on Jun 21, 2011 14:37:01 GMT -5
Fart, cemetery, urbane...
I shrugged off the barbed wire of urbane decorum, let fly a fart in the front pew
pee-you!
fan-f*cked the Cemetary Gates and plodded around barefoot singing to the rhythm of decay.
Next words: poison; tropic; thunder
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Post by Reaper696 on Jun 26, 2011 21:09:10 GMT -5
As I walked to the store To pick my poison, I heard a clamor akin to thunder...
I wake up, And to my horror, I see I am the owner Of a tattoo of a '57 Chevy tramp stamp.
To the left of me Is a discarded DVD case of Brokeback Mountain, And to the right Is an empty bottle of booze I still can't pronounce.
But the one thing that confuses me, Is how I got a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic wedged that deep?...
jack, handy, thoughts...
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jun 28, 2011 20:05:34 GMT -5
Haunted by you and hunted by many. For I killed you with the gun I now keep handy.
Alone with my thoughts I review all I have and realize I have jack sh*t.
Next three; Torn, permission, embrace.
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 9, 2011 11:44:37 GMT -5
Torn, permission, embrace
We embrace, two bodies uniting not wanting to be torn apart...
But unknowingly, without permission or compassion we are separated and packed back into these suits of skin...
And the struggle to reunite begins anew...
Next words: hypocrite,seldom,unseen
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Post by Aish on Aug 10, 2011 12:54:54 GMT -5
LOVE IT, VAL!!!!!! You should post this in Tainted Hearts.
Hypocrite teeth mold words of deceit and disdain against swollen lips and broken tongues.
Soliloquy doctrine festers unseen beneath grimy history.
Crowbar hands seldom soothe the bruises of penitence.
Third eye blind.
(NO, I was not listening to the band. Just couldn't resist that ending.)
Next words: wolf; iron; soliloquy
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 10, 2011 17:38:45 GMT -5
wolf; iron; soliloquy
Love - The prize. To be softly held in iron grip.
Hard won and harder lost. Ripped away Devoured in the jaws of the wolf.
I barter in soliloquy for love’s return.
Next three – woman, sunrise, victim.
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'`Redemption
Crimson Soul
Life's judgement forstalled, I'm already in hell.
Posts: 76
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Post by '`Redemption on Aug 11, 2011 5:39:14 GMT -5
Sunrise Holds no love No small hope of return waiting hoping the sun will not return
A victim Without faith A woman on her own so cold so wet The victim e'er alone
Next Words ~ Heron, Moon-beam, Equinox
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 13, 2011 17:04:01 GMT -5
Heron, Moon-beam, Equinox
Water and life, reflect both above, and below. The eye drinks of moon-beam off wetland vistas grand show.
At summer’s equinox when the waters are low. Life’s grand struggle is at the climax of this show.
Some must die so that others may live. But the waters of life give, give, and give.
A turtle swims through rushes as the fish dart to and fro . The Heron wades deeper as her head darts below.
Fish struggle in beak to live below once again. The Heron’s struggle to live means the fishes’ life must end.
The cycle is beautiful in the splendor of life’s call. But what thinks the fish now sliding down her maw?
Struggles like moon-beams reflect life’s beauty and law. The Heron wades deeper and again opens her maw.
Next three; Tainted, clouds, breath.
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Post by Aish on Aug 22, 2011 17:28:47 GMT -5
Tainted, clouds, breath.
Tainted devotion tips precariously as silica forms drunken clouds, pressing close, too close to my lungs.
Ragged breath and pleasure could be the measure of love, but lust intrudes with imperfect precision.
Soul imprints leave daguerreotypes deep in the flame of surrender... all else disappears like vapor.
Next words : mercury, stain, raw
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 22, 2011 23:18:14 GMT -5
Mercury, Stain, Raw
Swift carrier of the Caduceus purveyor of knowledge, news of beginnings and ends. Mercury delivers as heralds do.
Raw anguish pours from capsa before parchment is unfurled. The stain I cannot read through tears.
Next three words; Merciful, Entwined, Crescent.
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Post by Veritas on Aug 25, 2011 11:09:26 GMT -5
Right here
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Post by Aish on Aug 25, 2011 11:51:05 GMT -5
Hi The new one I started up in words games was meant to be more like the word game - I write three words, you use the last word and write three more, not poems like this - we had one going about 2 months ago. I did not explain it. You are wonderful to dig this one out, though!!!
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