FabSwingers.com forum: National Poetry Day

By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

I know we have had poems just recently but today is National Poetry Day.

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"I know we have had poems just recently but today is National Poetry Day.

no, Tomorrow is POETS day

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Haiku time in that case.....

So what if he's wacko,

He has no other vices

Except touching boys

I'll have to write down my published poems...(get me...lol!)

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

A wonderful thing, is this Fabs

It bolsters the ego of lads

They think they can patter

And pull an old slapper

But it turns out to be their own dad.

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By *uby In StockingsTV/TS
over a year ago

Cheadle

"I know we have had poems just recently but today is National Poetry Day.

no, Tomorrow is POETS day

hahaha p**s off early, tomorrow's saturday,

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There was a young man called Ebanezer

Whose wife,oh how he tried to please her

He tried all that he could

But was left holding his wood

All she wanted was another malteser

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I woke up this Thursday morn

To discover I had the horn

So I took matters in hand

My word if felt grand

Thank goodness for filthy porn

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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

Glad to see you got in the spirit

Any more want to flirt with it?

A poem to please

A rhyme to seize

Your imagination: no need to fear it

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By *bbandflowCouple
over a year ago

South Devon

Oh Lickety, Lickety, Licketysplits

Five lovely feet, and stupendous tits!

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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

"Oh Lickety, Lickety, Licketysplits

Five lovely feet, and stupendous tits!"

I had to read that twice - I've only got two feet (and the end of my leggies).

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By *bbandflowCouple
over a year ago

South Devon

"Oh Lickety, Lickety, Licketysplits

Five lovely feet, and stupendous tits!

I had to read that twice - I've only got two feet (and the end of my leggies)."

Five feet is your height!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Five quid a month

A fab and a wink

A couple of messages

A dubious kink

An 'ello darlin' fancy a drink?'

Not 'hello there, how are you both?'

Just a cock pic from a moronic oaf

A friends invite to perv at your pics

The gallery shows a bloke in a dress

Hair and make up is a right mess

On his nipples there hangs some pegs

While if you look.close his dick twixt his legs

Theres banter and bullshit all over the forum

Everything but a little decorum

Chatroom s wanking like mad

Over some woman they'll say they've had

They'll tell them they're gorgeous

They've got some oomph!

All this and more for a fiver a month

If you're feeling down and drab

Don't worry folks you're just on fabs!

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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

"Oh Lickety, Lickety, Licketysplits

Five lovely feet, and stupendous tits!

I had to read that twice - I've only got two feet (and the end of my leggies).

Five feet is your height!"

I know - that's why I read it twice. I just thought I ought to clarify, just in case people thought you had (im)pertinent information that should be on my profile.

Thank you for a luvverly pome.

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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

"Five quid a month

A fab and a wink

A couple of messages

A dubious kink

An 'ello darlin' fancy a drink?'

Not 'hello there, how are you both?'

Just a cock pic from a moronic oaf

A friends invite to perv at your pics

The gallery shows a bloke in a dress

Hair and make up is a right mess

On his nipples there hangs some pegs

While if you look.close his dick twixt his legs

Theres banter and bullshit all over the forum

Everything but a little decorum

Chatroom s wanking like mad

Over some woman they'll say they've had

They'll tell them they're gorgeous

They've got some oomph!

All this and more for a fiver a month

If you're feeling down and drab

Don't worry folks you're just on fabs!"

We haven't had one of these from you for a while. This fiver really is playing on your mind.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

No its not.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Fab Swingers, Fab Swingers, here's an ode to you,

for all the joy you bring, even to those who like poo.

There are gays and bisexuals and those who play straight,

all served up on a discrete deviant plate.

Do you read the profile or scroll down to the pics?

Invariably for the males, you'll only see dicks.

Should I message that couple, or this single girl?

Demand she gets on cam to give me a twirl.

Loads of messages sent now sit back and pray,

At least one should accept my offer of 'fancy a lay'.

An empty inbox, hmmmmmmmmmm a loss of hope,

Not even a 'no thanks' I don't know if I can cope.

'I'm a 6 foot fireman, I've got a big cock'

Damn it no replies at all, it's just block block block.

There are trials and tribulations to this swinging life,

Timewasters and fakes are unfortunately rife.

But at the end of the day, when all is said and done,

I thank thee Fab Swingers for bringing me fun fun fun

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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

"Fab Swingers, Fab Swingers, here's an ode to you,

for all the joy you bring, even to those who like poo.

There are gays and bisexuals and those who play straight,

all served up on a discrete deviant plate.

Do you read the profile or scroll down to the pics?

Invariably for the males, you'll only see dicks.

Should I message that couple, or this single girl?

Demand she gets on cam to give me a twirl.

Loads of messages sent now sit back and pray,

At least one should accept my offer of 'fancy a lay'.

An empty inbox, hmmmmmmmmmm a loss of hope,

Not even a 'no thanks' I don't know if I can cope.

'I'm a 6 foot fireman, I've got a big cock'

Damn it no replies at all, it's just block block block.

There are trials and tribulations to this swinging life,

Timewasters and fakes are unfortunately rife.

But at the end of the day, when all is said and done,

I thank thee Fab Swingers for bringing me fun fun fun

Ups, downs, high and lows but all with a happy ending.

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By *emmefataleWoman
over a year ago

dirtybigbadsgirlville

My Friend was a US Marine, he drove a big 7 ton truck,

when he'd go to work each night, he'd say, "sweetie wish me luck".

Then he would not come home again, 'til sometime the next day,

But the thing that bothered me most, was the things some folks would say.

A Marine's life is easy, he eats and sleeps and plays,

And sometimes he won't fight a war for days and days and days.

When I first heard these comments, I was too dumb to understand

Cause I knew, when people had trouble he was there to lend a hand.

Then my Marine went to work one day and kissed me good-bye,

But little did I realize, that night, I would cry.

My Marine gave his life that night, when the bomb hit from below,

And I wondered why he'd risk his life, for someone he didn't know.

But now I realize, the greatest gift a man could give,

Is to lay his life upon the line, so that someone else may live.

So as we go from day to day, and we pray to God above,

Say a prayer for your local Marine, he may save the one you love.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Lickety, Lickety, Lickety, Licketysplits

Just shut ya gob...and show us your tits!!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

True Mistress of the sensual Mind

A dance may lead to your decline

Your guarded heart, tamed soul

Shall not escape euphoric blow

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By *ady Fenella and RogerCouple
over a year ago

Basingstoke

There was a young lady from Reading

Who slept upon highly soiled bedding

When asked why it was

She replied, "It's because

I've not washed the sheets since the wedding

I know it's not exactly W B Yeates

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

After The Bombs - (my poem about the London tube bombings)

Exploding rucksaks shouldered by hidden faces,

Indiscriminately left, in indiscriminate places.

Kings Cross Station on the Piccadilly line,

Death and destruction scheduled for nine.

After the bombs what next?

Confined carriages carry carefree commuters,

Heading for the office to start their computers.

They won't be making it to work today,

Fanatics want the innocent to pay.

After the bombs what next?

A kiss for your wife as you head out the door,

The tears will come, you won't kiss her anymore.

And what about Mum? and think of poor Dad,

Losing their son in the name of jihad.

After the bombs what next?

Grief stricken relatives full of sorrow not pity.

Funeral follows funeral, across the City.

How can their ciause be just or right?

Cowardly ensuring we have no one to fight.

After the bombs what next?

Where does our country go from here?

If we lose our prejudice will we lose our fear?

Are we really living in a land that is free?

Will things ever change? Let's wait and see.

The bombs have bombed, what's different now??

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I wrote this the day after the World Trade Centre attacks:

An Epitaph Named 'Why?'

Who can count the number that have died

Who can name the girl who's broken doll lies

Among all the debris, among all the dust.

Who can catch the woman that was falling

From the umpteenth floor silently calling

To her watching husband - "Don't forget me!"

Who can imagine the horror of seeing

A doom approaching, no point in fleeing

Where will I run to, where will I hide?

Who ever thought of this unthinkable nightmare

In rescue we came, but in death we left there

We died for our jobs and for our country.

Who can I turn to in my desolate grief

Where there are no bodies, where to lay my wreath

Bewilderment and confusion - my left and right.

What can my leaders say when words have no depth

The only democracy is the democracy of death

Let peace and freedom come and claim me.

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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

Thank you for your 9/11 and 7/7 poems. Very poignant.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

My attempt at a warped limerick....

There was a young girl from Chester,

Whose father would always molest her.

The last time that he tried

Was the time that he died.

She stabbed him and left him to fester.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Many years ago I watched 'The Naked Civil Servant' which was about the life of Quentin Crips. John Hurt portrayed him and it was the first time I'd ever seen homophobia so graphically explained from the point of the person on the receiving end of it. It spurred me to write, not about Crisp per se, but about anyone on the recieving end of bigotry due to their sexuality (I still haven't 'come out' about being bi to most of the friends, and to none of my family).

The Cruelty of Crowds

In solitude, he sat on a window sill,

He had never felt so utterly lost.

Through misty windows, he mused until -

A clock chime reminded him of the cost.

That he had loved, he had loved in ritual,

The baying of mobs was always too loud;

The tenderness of the individual,

Yes, this was the cruelty of the crowd.

Believing in his orientation,

He was the one that would always suffer.

A Quentin Crisp in an alien nation;

Tender loving for his sexual buffer.

Beaten and bloody by a phobic mewl:

In dim alleyways he fearfully cowed,

This tenderness of an individual,

Hidden from the cruelty of the crowd.

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By *londeCazWoman
over a year ago

Arse End of the Universe, Cumbria

"Haiku time in that case.....

So what if he's wacko,

He has no other vices

Except touching boys

I'll have to write down my published poems...(get me...lol!)"

Haiku's can be fun

But they don't always make sense

Refrigerator

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Haiku time in that case.....

So what if he's wacko,

He has no other vices

Except touching boys

I'll have to write down my published poems...(get me...lol!)

Haiku's can be fun

But they don't always make sense

Refrigerator

five - seven - five oh

why does it have to follow

such rigidity

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Excellent stuff for sure! I've a few from my Uni days, I remember writing the next one in literally ten minutes as it had to be handed in and I was a fair few words short, like the majority everything was lastminute.com! Ironically it was the one my lecturer liked the most, go figure!!

Salmon - a comment on the struggle in life...all happy happy stuff!!!!

Have you seen the way a salmon struggles against a

Forceful

Current. Unable to swim, they leap

Out of the water. They fly. Only to get forced back by the

Relentless

Current. They fly then go back,

Fly then

Go back,

Fly upstream before being

Forced downstream. They never seem to

Give up.

Though the current is stronger than them. Only the fittest

Will survive

To complete their journey.

A losing battle

they are

Fighting.

But they never give up

The fight.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Haiku time in that case.....

So what if he's wacko,

He has no other vices

Except touching boys

I'll have to write down my published poems...(get me...lol!)

Haiku's can be fun

But they don't always make sense

Refrigerator

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I LIKE this thread!

The Smell of the Night

I stood on the outside, as one is want,

Succulent fragances in elegant repose.

I cared, nor did I feel, a need to know,

As I pleasurely gave way to the smell of the night.

Ghostlike reflections on shimmering coins,

That sway in the gentle breeze that abounds.

Reminding me that, in the most peculiar of ways,

Nature is working by the glow of moonlight.

Breathing, as it seemed, my senses felt alive;

A freshness I haven't known in any other place.

I stood and watched the stars seek to remind,

That they purify and cleanse the smell of the day.

Boiling sounds that companioned this aroma,

Of furious machines on concrete veins,

That meant nothing to me as in my distraction,

I selfishly succumbed to the smell of the night.

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Poem Notes:

As I stood in the garden smoking a cigarette late one evening I noticed a smell that I had never sensed before. It permeated the air like a thick blanket, assailing my nostrils with a freshness, a real feeling of being alive and in tune with my surroundings.

It was almost as if nature herself was trying to communicate with me on a personal level. The smell was free of the odour of the day, there were no car fumes present, no smell of cooking from neighbouring houses, just a sweet, clear and fresh smell that must have been so commonplace before the mass industrialisation of our planet. I envy those that had the good fortune to smell this smell every day of their lives.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There was once a young man from Bangkok

Whose penis contracted dry rot.

When he fucked his wife,

He had the fright of his life,

He withdrew but his penis did not.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Yeah, I loved writing but haven't done so since graduating a few years back. Really strange but I struggle to write happy stuff, think Freud would have a field day with me but I think I'm relatively normal! All about death and drugs.....1

My Unforgiving Friend

I have never wandered as lonely as a cloud.

My Unforgiving Friend keeps me comnpany

Through needles then veins,

Your texture like Sun keeps me glowing,

You ravage my body.

Chase the Dragon, intoxicating smoke.

Once injected you show me heaven

Through good and bad,

Do addicts go to Hell?

You savage my body.

No friends, no faith,

No libido, no life,

No hope, no home,

No love, no laughter,

No happiness. Nothing.

I have always wandered

As lonely

A cloud.

And no, I've never injected anything into my body before anyone asks!!lol

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By *nfieldishCouple
over a year ago

Enfield

You lot amaze me........well done

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By *nfieldishCouple
over a year ago

Enfield

Ahem.....

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I have an STD

would u like one too....

I thank you

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Yeah, I loved writing but haven't done so since graduating a few years back. Really strange but I struggle to write happy stuff, think Freud would have a field day with me but I think I'm relatively normal! All about death and drugs.....1

My Unforgiving Friend

I have never wandered as lonely as a cloud.

My Unforgiving Friend keeps me comnpany

Through needles then veins,

Your texture like Sun keeps me glowing,

You ravage my body.

Chase the Dragon, intoxicating smoke.

Once injected you show me heaven

Through good and bad,

Do addicts go to Hell?

You savage my body.

No friends, no faith,

No libido, no life,

No hope, no home,

No love, no laughter,

No happiness. Nothing.

I have always wandered

As lonely

A cloud.

And no, I've never injected anything into my body before anyone asks!!lol"

I wondered (wandered) where it was going with the opening line, but you explained it well in the closing line. Great stuff!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Ahem.....

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I have an STD

would u like one too....

I thank you

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"You lot amaze me........well done"

They bloody terrify me

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

(I couldn't find one blushing so a sick looking one will have to do!!!!)

Thank you x

Rule Brittania - ummm, a view of Britain from the view of half-Brit-half-Mauritian!

Corner shops, curry houses, refugees

Infecting our Great Britain.

Lager louts, vindictive violence, natives

Infecting their Great Britain.

Crack heads and crack dealers, crime

Stemming from tainted black blood.

Bigotry and the BNP, racism

Stemming from untainted white blood.

Keep Britain tidy, it's messy, but why?

Too many bloody foreigners, that's why.

Britain needs cleaning, it's dirty, but why?

Too many bloody english, that's why.

Which is the gorilla and which is the superman?

Come,hostile bombs, fall everywhere.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"You lot amaze me........well done

They bloody terrify me

Ahhh that's better, I'm much more used to terrifying people than amazing them!!

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By *icketysplits OP Woman
over a year ago

Way over Yonder, that's where I'm bound

The poet on Newsnight was pants. Not a patch on you lot.

Thanks for giving me so much reading and thinking material this evening.

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By *adystephanieTV/TS
over a year ago

glos

As I call your name, please hear me

As gently touch your skin please feel me

As I stand tall before you please see me

Now give me the fkin remote I wanna watch Eastenders !!!

LS 2012

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By *emmefataleWoman
over a year ago

dirtybigbadsgirlville

Today i saw a little worm,

Wriggling on his belly,

Perhaps he'd like to come inside,

And see whats on the telly.

Spike Milligan

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