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RobertCloud -> Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/8/2007 2:34:33 PM)
Here is a place for your creativity to shine for a moment. Just to let someone see a side of you they normally do not see or to let something out that has been eating away within you and you need to let it out. Do try to keep it lifestyle oriented, but if you must, you may stray... Anything is welcome here... anything at all... anything that is creative... random... or just silly... tell a joke... or show us the kind of pervert you truly are... feel free to be what and who you are... Just no copyrighted material without the author's express permission, unless you are the author of course. Let me begin.... Darts and daggers, slings and arrows, Each lie told takes aim at my heart, When will they see the harm they do, When will they know the pain they impart, Why must each person be simply another one Caring less about what they do than what they get Seeking only their own greedy happy moments Leaving the refuse of their past in their shit. Do they truly have no soul within them Are they nothing more than devil's spawn For they eagerly devour the love of another Draining all the hope until everything is gone Fakes, wannabes, players we call them In truth they should carry a far worse name Anathema before all those of the lifestyle Bane of those that are true to the same How do we purge out their numbers They outnumber the good by far And each new day more enter And gouge out a far deeper scar They come in droves as male and female Dominant and submissive it matter not They come to play their horrid little games They come and claim their pick of the lot. Behind them they leave broken hearts Behind them they leave wounded souls Some of those hurt by these monsters Never heal from the pains of their woes Some never again find the ability to trust Never again open their heart to love's joy Some walk away forever and are never seen They were cast away a useless discarded toy. Those of us strong enough to stand up Even face the onslaught of the arrows thrown Still feel the pain within our hearts and souls Still at times we weep, we cry, we groan We try to guide the new and warn them Yet all to often our words fall on deaf ears For we are outnumbered by many score The new ones are shattered and brought to tears WE cannot purge this land of these fools We cannot name them for who they are How then do we protect the young How then to we prevent the scar Even those of us who have been here long Have been hurt beyond repair That we too have trouble quite often Have trouble trying to even care.

missturbation -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/8/2007 3:40:39 PM)
Waiting for tres wank to appear [:D]

Marc2b -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/8/2007 3:49:08 PM)
The Department of Motor Vehicles A Haiku by Marc2b (inspired by a recent trip to the DMV to renew my licence) Endless tedium Waiting at the DMV I abandon hope

JerseyKrissi72 -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/8/2007 3:52:53 PM)
A Reflection Of Me Sometimes I sit and wonder when you look at me just what it Is that you may see. a person in red black or maybe blue, could we all be confused or maybe just you. its not often that friends like you really keep in touch, when you dont even know that I love you so much. to have or to hold you til death do us part, every little piece of you including your heart. it seems so mysterious that you are my secret as years pass by the better looking you get. as I stand in the mirror and wonder who could this be, I begin to realize that it is only a reflection of me. *Crystal Brooks* Copyright ©2007 Crystal Brooks

TreSwank -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/8/2007 4:26:59 PM)
I've got a random assortment of haiku that I've done in last six months Haiku #1 Vaginal discharge, Stinking up to high heaven, Must be your mother. Haiku #2 I wrote this one on the shuttle bus from the employee garage to my workplace. In the middle of the busride, I TOTALLY zoned out, and projected myself into the psyche of an aging gay man, suffering from bouts of lonliness and love-starved ennui. Sitting by myself, On the shuttle bus....starving For a man's rough touch. Haiku #3 This one pokes pun at one of those "hypothetical situation" safety courses that I had to suffer through in the third grade. I've got a puppy In the back of this black van. Do you like candy? Even in my youth, I wouldn't have been THAT freakin' dumb.

missturbation -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/8/2007 4:30:37 PM)
Thank you tres wank i knew i could rely on you [sm=flowers.gif]

dcnovice -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/8/2007 8:44:27 PM)
quote: tres wank LOL!

RobertCloud -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/8/2007 9:54:57 PM)
An InterNet Tryst She walked into my life a pure vision to behold White cotton Tee, no bra, her full breast clearly visible Black cut-offs revealing the curve of her cheeks Long red flowing hair, her body swayed She had my immediate attention, at least from my waist below. My jeans were more snug now, and her eyes told me she knew. She strolled up to me, hunger in those eyes. This was not a chance meeting it had been planned. InterNET junkies we had been online lovers And today she was going to make the fantasies real. No words were spoken, the heat was enough. She took me by the hand, and led me away. As I followed, being nearly dragged by her lust My eyes were riveted to her lovely curves. She lead me to the door of her apartment Then turned and threw her arms about me. She fumbled with the keys, her lips locked to mine. Her tongue was already fucking my mouth. When the door opened we nearly fell inside. Clothes were being ripped and thrown aside. The fire, the flame, the passion burned. Buttons flew, tattered cotton torn. Her hand found my engorged cock I could tell she wanted much more. I reached to her, to help remove her clothes She pushed me back, I fell upon the bed. She pulled the tee over her head, And revealed a perfect set of breast, Dark Nipples hard, alabaster skin Her cutoffs were kicked aside, she was a true red. She knelt before me, and forced my legs apart. She looked once at my cock then took its full length. Her mouth slid up and down my shaft. Her tongue teased the engorged head. Her hand cupped and caressed my balls. She kissed, she sucked, she licked, she ate. I wanted her, I needed her, I reached toward her. Again she pushed me back, she was in control. She stood and straddle me, and grabbing my cock She pointed it home, then drove her hips into mine I reached up and too her breast in my hands She moaned, she rocked, she bounced She leaned over and locked her lips to mine. Her hips rocking, and rising and driving down. Her pussy contracted, and tightened hard She sat back up and arched her back She thrust her hips down hard against mine Nearly driving my balls also inside. She screamed and rocked her body began to shake I could hold no longer, I filled her with my seed. She rocked more gently now, and fell across my chest Gentle kisses, and licks and lovers touch All night we continued, and into the next day. For when the next night came, I would have to go. We knew we may never again meet So tonight, today, and tonight we fucked. When the sun started to descend again. We looked at each other, tears in our eyes. For now we had to part and return to our homes She to her husband, me to my wife copyright by Robert Cloud 1997 (AND NO THIS IS NOT REAL!!!!)

Marc2b -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/9/2007 6:32:27 PM)
Taxi Driver – Night Shift A haiku by Marc2b Skimming through hushed streets. Philosopher of the night Smoke and coffee thoughts TreSwank, just curious, do you like haiku for the same reason I do – because they're short and to the point? I liked your haiku. That first one is pretty gross, but I still liked it.

TreSwank -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/10/2007 6:54:18 AM)
Haiku is an awesome medium to communicate one's thoughts, because it leaves very little room for ambiguity, with the whole 5, 7, 5 scheme. Nobody has time to really "primp" things up then...............it's just a slice of your psyche slapped down on paper or a computer screen. I believe that's where ya really test a fella's cotton. When I read your DMV poem, I was SOOOOOO, like, "Whoa............that's freakin' awesome!" I think that you've got a really awesome feel for that particular art-form.

RobertCloud -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/22/2007 7:27:13 PM)
Lady, The day has come that we are finally going to meet. My heart has been pounding since I began the drive, and now I am at the restaurant you had said we should meet at. I get out of my car, and my heart feels like it is ready to burst. I walk inside and look around, I see you almost immediately, and you are staring out the window. You look like a vision, your long dark hair flowing, the light catching the highlights. There is a ceiling fan above you and it makes your hair dance lightly. I do not want to approach you, I am terrified, will you even smile, or will I be a complete disappointment to you. Finally, I build up the courage to begin the short 30-foot walk that might as well have been crossing the ocean. I am about halfway to you when you turn toward me, your eyes immediately glisten, your smile sparkles. I see a look of pure delight on your face, and my fears melt away. You rise to meet me, and I stop just short of you, I reach out to take your hand, and raise it to my lips, a gentle kiss upon the backside of your hand. Others have turned to stare at us, but I do not care, I have finally met you, and this moment is going to last forever in our memories, and I want it to be the best moment I can make it. I turn your hand over and kiss your fingertips, sucking on each one lightly, and then I kiss the palm of your hand. The waiter has come over to ask if I want a drink, but sees I am involved and also joins the staring crowd. You are a little embarrassed, but as I continue my kisses, this too melts away, and you are taken up by the moment. You smile, and your hand finds the back of my head, I gently lick your palm, to your wrist, where again I kiss you lightly. I look up and see your smile, I rise, and stand tall, towering over you by a good foot plus some. I step the final step to you, and lean down and you turn your head to meet me. Our lips meet, they caress, our teeth gently tugging at each other’s lips. Our tongues gently trace the crease between them. We laugh, we giggle. My tongue seeks to enter your mouth, and you accept, wrapping your arms around my neck you pull me in. Our tongues dance, they caress, they make love. Our mouths interlocked, and our lips merged. My arms are wrapped around your waist, and as I try to pull you close, you rise up on your tiptoes. You press your body against mine. I can feel your excitement through your blouse, and you can feel mine through my jeans. All eyes in the restaurant are on us, the manager has come over, and instead of interrupting, and she too is enthralled, by this moment. I pull back and look into your eyes, your smile, and your heart. I say in an almost whisper, “It is wonderful to finally meet you, Lady. I am Robert.”

KeirasSecret -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/22/2007 7:48:37 PM)
A Wish to God All alone where I am No visitors allowed Reliving times of yesterday Faceless in a crowd Blinded by the forces that be Can’t see the forest for the trees Shadows are closing in Closer they creep Starting to drown Still waters run deep Lump growing larger in my throat Thankful now; I’m starting to choke Lights growing dimmer Getting harder to breath Gasping for air, yet, feel relieved Taller then I The conflict is layered Feels like my heart has stopped Wish to God I was scared

deadbluebird -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/23/2007 12:10:58 AM)
i dont usually post things that i write but eh.. shrugs in the darkness of my heart, lies the cruel and wicked doubt, working to reform my thought, any positivity it strives to push out. in the shadows of my past it lives, bringing the spotlight to all thats been, reminding me of all my shame, the pain of past mistakes i retain. never does it allow me to truly trust, its whispers cleverly numb my heart, it claims its goal is to guard, protect me from others fickle love.

RobertCloud -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/23/2007 6:22:49 AM)
Death Invites When driving down the road, with signs whipping by, do you feel the call? Do you feel the need? When you see a bridge, an embankment, a barrier. does the desire rise? Do you hear his voice? He says, "You won't feel a thing, You won't be missed. They are better off without your horrible mess." Do you hear the invitation? I hear! But I drive on. For now.

bearincuffs -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/23/2007 7:23:22 AM)
CAPTURED All I see is confusion, compounded beyond control Anything I feel is mixed up, torn up, hyped up and devoid Struggling to maintain second-rate sanity I sacrifice most of the kindness to chaos Changing into something I abhor and don’t know Refusing to allow myself to feel many emotions Love, caring, empathy replaced by anger and fear Blocking, I deny myself the essence of my humanity All I am is reduced to a bundle of shattered nothing Self deluded into believing I will hurt no more Some higher power intervened Stepped up to the task to prove me wrong Another soul, searching Brought forth, at the right time, at the right place Looking past the mess and willing to pursue Pieces of me don’t seem so dark Without any choice, another lesson is being taught I know a little more of me, a hard truth now acceptable Somehow, someway, a few broken shards soften their edges Sliding back together they are becoming whole Overwhelming is this feeling of caring and security Somewhat suspicious of its truth and strength Yet that inner voice is screaming to believe with body and soul Timidly I listen, still scared of falling into self delusion But facing the fact that I have been captured I FEEL

RobertCloud -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/24/2007 12:54:21 AM)
A Gentle Touch The soft breeze of a Spring morning, Cool and gentle, caressing the skin. The bluebells in bloom, the lilacs fragrant, The heart feels the gentle touch. A baby’s giggle, a parent’s whisper, A coo, a laugh, the dove soars A lover’s hand upon your own The soul drinks the gentle touch A smile upon a child’s face, A kind word spoken by a new friend, A bird lands upon the sill, My heart desires the gentle touch. A puppy’s cold nose caresses your hand, A kitten rubs against your leg, A sweet kiss lightly upon the lips, My soul needs that gentle touch. Today though, my heart weeps, My soul is shattered and torn My lover has left and gone away My heart misses her gentle touch She has left and gone to another Found love in another’s arms My heart is broken, my tears fall, My soul will miss her gentle touch.

goodlittlegirl28 -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/31/2007 12:19:30 PM)
Over Time Some people know nothing of Religion yet they quote Anthologies about people like Ezekiel who believed in God Probably due to Peer pressure in Ancient times proving Society was always at fault Instead of blaming Divorce and latch-key kids when Everything was already Vile so someone simply Opened the door to let go of our Loved ones. -me

bearincuffs -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/31/2007 5:21:45 PM)
A Victim the darkness of night has no compassion for the weak seeking refuge from terrors is the wrong choice exhausted from the labour's toils a deserving dessert from our commitment to work assuming a poise of surrender to sleep forgetting the danger of unguarded wariness here comes the night where sins revel in freedom chains that bind break away with passion tormenting the tormentor in it's grasp, unbound a fear more powerful than in the light wrapping it's tendrils throughout the self blemishing forever one that once was pure a person surrenders his will not thinking to sleep a sleep that waits for the moment wrapping it's tendrils of torture and pain teaching it's lesson to a helpless victim unable to flee, unable to hide perverting forever what was once pure the weapon of choice is a subtle warping of reality showing results of sins denied becoming a predator instead of being the prey laughing at the victim who is powerless to confront an ability earned through the ages of time supreme and godlike - desired and coveted by all

goodlittlegirl28 -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (1/31/2007 6:38:07 PM)
Foundations child custody weekends scrunch into Sunday football games and I can't understand why New York has two teams which both suck but you still have faith in our home field advantage even though we live in different towns. -me

RobertCloud -> RE: Poet's Corner & Other Random Jive Turkeys (2/1/2007 9:50:46 PM)
Darkness Despair, pain, loss, Where is my heart, I feel it not My soul is torn My dreams asunder A light Lies, deceit Treachery A glimpse of hope In the well of emptiness A hand reaching, beckoning A salve to ease the pain A tender word A smile A face A dream New friend New hope My heart shudders Beats anew Truth? Is it possible? She smiles Her hand touches mine Light Love.

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