FabSwingers.com forum: POETS CORNER...

By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

In my imagination,on foggy mornings or

afternoons with the sun bouncing

off the water,in the pond we built together,i try to

think of where you might be in your life and

what you might be doing as

i'm thinking of you.Nothing complicated

-going out to your garden,sitting

on your garden swing,standing at the

sink in your kitchen.Things like

that.I remember everything.How you

Smelled,how you tasted like the

summer.The feel of your skin against mine,

and the sound of your

Whispers as i loved you.......

as i always will....

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

Is this thread reserved only for decent poetry or are we allowed to post the crap you get in greetings cards that sort of poetry?

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By *ugby 123Couple
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over a year ago

O o O oo

Here I sit broken hearted.

Paid a penny and only farted

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

"Is this thread reserved only for decent poetry or are we allowed to post the crap you get in greetings cards that sort of poetry?"
Fill you boots M8 . i'm just having a selfish moment ..lol it will pass no doubt on here ...

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By *mm_n_ZedCouple
over a year ago

Fareham

Aww that really came from the heart Ade x

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By *mm_n_ZedCouple
over a year ago

Fareham

... and yours came from the bum Ruggers!

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

"Is this thread reserved only for decent poetry or are we allowed to post the crap you get in greetings cards that sort of poetry?Fill you boots M8 . i'm just having a selfish moment ..lol it will pass no doubt on here ...

Cos your poem was good...and it seems you know what you are doing. My poetry is shit and full of cliche's lol

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By *weet DevilMan
over a year ago

dukinfield

mary went down to the station to see the engine shunt

a piece of coal came flying out and hit up the

country girls are special country girls are slick

they take you in the long grass and feel the width of yer

dicksie was a bulldoglying in the grass down came a bee and stung him up his

ask no questions tell no lies have you ever seen a chinaman pulling up his

flys are a nuicence bees are even worse

and this is the end of my dirty little verse

anon

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By *ranny-CrumpetWoman
over a year ago

The Town by The Cross

Poetry is subjective.

What is good to one is not to another.

While we are at it .... well , while I'm at it.....

Is any old rubbish that anyone writes a piece of poetry ....

A few lines.

I saw your face.

I liked what i saw.

Your face burned in my heart like a dagger against candy floss seedlings.

What utter shite. I wrote that.

What is poetry ?

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By *ugby 123Couple
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over a year ago

O o O oo

"... and yours came from the bum Ruggers!

Wasn't my bum it came from though

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By *mm_n_ZedCouple
over a year ago

Fareham

"Poetry is subjective.

What is good to one is not to another.

While we are at it .... well , while I'm at it.....

Is any old rubbish that anyone writes a piece of poetry ....

A few lines.

I saw your face.

I liked what i saw.

Your face burned in my heart like a dagger against candy floss seedlings.

What utter shite. I wrote that.

What is poetry ? "

Yes it's subjective - much like any other art form. And that's what makes it interesting. If the images it creates in the mind of a reader evokes an emotion then it has served its purpose. One person may see it as beautiful - another may consider it shite. It is what it is to the reader.

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By *ranny-CrumpetWoman
over a year ago

The Town by The Cross

Agreed EnZ BUT

What is poetry .... ?

Does the fact that it simply conjures images make it poetry ?

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By *ranny-CrumpetWoman
over a year ago

The Town by The Cross

I meant emotion ....

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

A quest for sex? A quest for love?

Would you shag the one above?

Full on sex or just soft swing?

What kind of tristes have you been in?

Girl on top? Man above?

Gently does it or one big shove?

Up for giggles up for fun?

Do you take it up the bum?

Moresomes foursomes room on top?

What kind of things make you pop?

Shy away or give it a stab?

Why did you join this site Fab?

After a quickie? After a shag?

Looking for someone but messaged your dad?

Fabbing the pics that turn you on?

They're timewasters mate they're having you on!

Looking for beauty but landed the mingers?

Welcome my friend to the land of Fabswingers!!

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By *ranny-CrumpetWoman
over a year ago

The Town by The Cross

See ...... Artful made me smile ( emotion ) But I consider his 'poem' to NOT be poetry .... I consider it shite. It's rhyme.

It's not poetic.

Loved it Artful ....it's my kinda shite.xx

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By *etillanteWoman
over a year ago

She whispered "will it hurt me?"

"Of course not" answered he

"It's a very simple process,

You can rely on me."

She said "I'm very frightened,

I've not had this before.

My friend has had it five times

And said it can be sore."

It was growing rather painful

Tears formed in her eyes

It was hurting quite a bit now

It must have been a size.

"Calm yourself" he whispered

"His face filled with a grin

"Try and open wider

So I can get it in."

"It's coming now" he whispered

"I know" she cried in bliss

Feeling it deep within her now

She said "I am glad I'm having this."

And with a final effort

She gave a frightened shout

He gripped it in anguish

And quickly pulled it out.

She lay back quite contended

Sighed and gave a smile

She said "I'm glad I came now

You made it worth my while."

Now if you read this carefully

The dentist you will find

Is not what you imagined

It's just your dirty mind!!

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

"She whispered "will it hurt me?"

"Of course not" answered he

"It's a very simple process,

You can rely on me."

She said "I'm very frightened,

I've not had this before.

My friend has had it five times

And said it can be sore."

It was growing rather painful

Tears formed in her eyes

It was hurting quite a bit now

It must have been a size.

"Calm yourself" he whispered

"His face filled with a grin

"Try and open wider

So I can get it in."

"It's coming now" he whispered

"I know" she cried in bliss

Feeling it deep within her now

She said "I am glad I'm having this."

And with a final effort

She gave a frightened shout

He gripped it in anguish

And quickly pulled it out.

She lay back quite contended

Sighed and gave a smile

She said "I'm glad I came now

You made it worth my while."

Now if you read this carefully

The dentist you will find

Is not what you imagined

It's just your dirty mind!!

Trust you to lower the Tone ....

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By *mm_n_ZedCouple
over a year ago

Fareham

If it conveys an image or and emotion of any kind I guess that makes it poetry ... although it does have to contain some kind of poetic element (and by that I don't mean flowery adjectives and cheesy clichés) otherwise it's just prose.

I've read poetry by so-called renowned poets that I've thought was utter crap - but of course that is only MY subjective take on it. I've also seen a few very naive sentiments scribbled by a complete novice on half a dozen lines that have moved me. I suppose it's hard to be definitive when it comes to what makes good poetry - or sculpture - or art

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By *ranny-CrumpetWoman
over a year ago

The Town by The Cross

I already love you.

Did that move you ? It did me.

I agree with what you say but your explanation falls short of defining poetry. By your definition ( which incidentally is a widely held one ) all utterances transcribed are poetry.

That's rubbish.

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

Granny...oh! I love you so

Especially in your nighty

When the moonlight flits

Across your tits

Jesus Christ almighty!!

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By *etillanteWoman
over a year ago

Trust you to lower the Tone ....

No it's you dirty mind Ade

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

I awoke with the sun

caressing my face

Shinning through my bedroom window ..

For

In a fleeting waking moment

I thought

I prayed

that the gentle warmth

could be you.....

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By *ranny-CrumpetWoman
over a year ago

The Town by The Cross

"Granny...oh! I love you so

Especially in your nighty

When the moonlight flits

Across your tits

Jesus Christ almighty!!

Dogger is fickle , Dogger is weak

Doggers insanity forbids him speak

Truth he evades as he circums about.

Watch Dogger wriggle , see him bail out.

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By *mm_n_ZedCouple
over a year ago

Fareham

"I already love you.

Did that move you ? It did me.

I agree with what you say but your explanation falls short of defining poetry. By your definition ( which incidentally is a widely held one ) all utterances transcribed are poetry.

That's rubbish.

I did say poetry contains some poetic element ... doesn't necessarily have to be rhyme or flowery adjectives but may be set out in a certain way to evoke and emotion the poet is trying to convey. They may not always be successful of course.

Your one liner, sweet as it was, wasn't poetry. It was a short statement.

The other amusing ditties 'could' - and would - be described as poetry by some .. whether you consider them to be or not is where subjectivity comes in. There are whole books full of such 'poetry'. Some people buy it.

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By *mm_n_ZedCouple
over a year ago

Fareham

"Granny...oh! I love you so

Especially in your nighty

When the moonlight flits

Across your tits

Jesus Christ almighty!!

Dogger is fickle , Dogger is weak

Doggers insanity forbids him speak

Truth he evades as he circums about.

Watch Dogger wriggle , see him bail out."

Now THAT'S poetry!

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

Roses are red

Lemons are soar

Open you legs

And give me an hour

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By *ranny-CrumpetWoman
over a year ago

The Town by The Cross

Some tongues are pink

Some tongues are rough

My legs will stay shut

and you can fuck ough.

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

Looking For A Friendly Port ~

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I set my sails and sail away,

My boat and me upon the waves,

I'm headed towards distant shores,

A home for me there is no more.

I navigate by the stars,

I navigate my heart through wars,

My anchor chain is no longer taut,

As I look for a friendly port.

Searching, searching evermore,

What's ahead of me? What lies in store?

Pirates - brigands of the lowest kind -

Steal my treasure and rape my mind,

And give me up, left for dead,

To the loneliness inside my head.

And still I seem to die some more,

As I look for a friendly port.

My rudder has been broken long,

My crew jumped ship and I am alone,

I have a flag that refuses to flutter,

No wind is blown, no word is uttered,

And silence is my only friend,

As I look for a welcome wind,

That speeds my passage until I'm caught,

Still looking for a friendly port.

Land on the horizon, or so it seems,

Years without love, they may be dreams,

Mirages concocted by my madness,

Surely, please, let it be no less.

A bird of peace lands on my bow,

I'm nearly there, though hell knows how,

To me, calmer waters, my hope has brought,

As I sail into a friendly port.

by, ME.

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

"Granny...oh! I love you so

Especially in your nighty

When the moonlight flits

Across your tits

Jesus Christ almighty!!

Dogger is fickle , Dogger is weak

Doggers insanity forbids him speak

Truth he evades as he circums about.

Watch Dogger wriggle , see him bail out."

Granny my lovely, you make me laugh

Your witty retorts are thoughtless and crass

The banter, the quips, the pearls of wit

Who would've thought your brains made of shit

I giggle with mirth and tears fill my eyes

When I think of ya bum and its girth and size

How I wonder how someone can slander and gloat

When you've turned from a love to an old tug boat

I love your replies, I love your crude chunter

I love the way you know how to banter

And now my old dear my hat I shall doff

And bow as you pass and tell you to fuck off!

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By *ranny-CrumpetWoman
over a year ago

The Town by The Cross

Roses are pink

Violets are yellow

Just look at the crass and ignorant fellow

He imagines my ass akin to titanic

He sweats and he frets until he is manic

He wants me , He craves me, He needs me inside.

Not beating his heart but his hairy backside.

It's spotty and loathsome and there's need to be bl*nt

He might be a dick but he's my favourite **nt !

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

The birds have vanished

into the skies

and now

the last cloud

drains away

We sit together

the mountain and me

Until only the

Mountain remains.....

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

"Roses are pink

Violets are yellow

Just look at the crass and ignorant fellow

He imagines my ass akin to titanic

He sweats and he frets until he is manic

He wants me , He craves me, He needs me inside.

Not beating his heart but his hairy backside.

It's spotty and loathsome and there's need to be bl*nt

He might be a dick but he's my favourite **nt !

Of course dear old Granny I'd play with your fanny

I'll fetch my rope and ladder

I'll kiss you and squish you and it'd be bliss to

But watch that slack bladder

We don't want piss on the floor!

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

Completely missread forum title. Thought it said PETS CORNER. Was hoping to stroke an old goat ;o)

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

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Bit nosey arent ya ....

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

"Completely missread forum title. Thought it said PETS CORNER. Was hoping to stroke an old goat ;o)

Ask Granny nicely

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

Bit nosey arent ya ....

Pfft……"me Nosy"

Hey there’s nowt wrong with trying to remove the guesswork out of an equation !!!!!

“Nosy indeed” ……… Pah !!!!!!

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

Bit nosey arent ya ....

Pfft……"me Nosy"

Hey there’s nowt wrong with trying to remove the guesswork out of an equation !!!!!

“Nosy indeed” ……… Pah !!!!!!

Hmm, i'm just walking here

amongst your lines

some searching questions

that may give me away

i wont answer now

but maybe another day

but i will say this

it's good to see you still cant resist ....

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

Hickory Dickory Dock

A mouse ran up the Clock

The Mouse Ran Down

Is Arse was Brown

And so was the Cuckoo's Cook

now thats poetry

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By *he_original_poloWoman
over a year ago

a Primark shoebox in Leicester

The country lane, oh sweet retreat, away from city clatters.

The sun does shine on crops of gold, the emerald leaves there to behold

The breeze in soft assuring tones will whisper ‘nothing matters’.

The country lane, oh sweet retreat, be gone the stress and worry.

Where nature shows and does not hide the palette of the countryside

Compelled to gaze by wondrous sight, let go the want to hurry.

The country lane, oh sweet retreat, the meadow rolls afar.

The dancing of the wild flowers, I could watch for endless hours

And almost miss and fail to see the doggers wanking by my car.

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

"The country lane, oh sweet retreat, away from city clatters.

The sun does shine on crops of gold, the emerald leaves there to behold

The breeze in soft assuring tones will whisper ‘nothing matters’.

The country lane, oh sweet retreat, be gone the stress and worry.

Where nature shows and does not hide the palette of the countryside

Compelled to gaze by wondrous sight, let go the want to hurry.

The country lane, oh sweet retreat, the meadow rolls afar.

The dancing of the wild flowers, I could watch for endless hours

And almost miss and fail to see the doggers wanking by my car.

luv it. it bored the tits of me till the end line

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

I Beseech you

in the stillest stillness

or when the rain

patters on your roof

or the snow sparks

on your windowpanes

and you lie

between sleep and waking

Think of me

on Spring nights

Think of me

on Summer nights

Think of me

on Autumn Nights

Think of me

on Winter Nights

And think of me

on Friday and Saturday Nights

When i'm out Clubbing

with my bit on the side .....

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

DISCONNECTED

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Disconnect me from this powerful world,

Remove the wires that pipe to my soul.

Stop the telephones from trying to invade,

Please leave me in my ignorant shade.

Turn off the television, stop it's damn noise,

Silence the radio, don't hear it's voice.

Smash the screens in a computational slaughter,

I don't want to be part of this any more.

Scream at me to think like your unapproachable mind,

I'll just go my own way and leave you far behind,

And laugh at your leaders while they laugh at you,

And you'll stay entrapped in this wired up zoo.

I'm cutting the cables so that I can hear silence,

My brain is logging off, parking the violence.

My thoughts are in turmoil, struggling to form,

Phrases and rhymes - mindset to inform.

But where is the boy who looks after the sheep?

He's under the haystack with Little Bo Peep!

~ Wishy.

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By *he_original_poloWoman
over a year ago

a Primark shoebox in Leicester

Sandy shimmer seaside shore

Reminds me of your light

Reminds me of your joy

Reminds me you are not here

Gull fly high aloft to survey

Looking for you

Looking for your smile

Looking for our hearts to join once again

Solitary cloud on canvas blue

Hoist the sails to spike the sky

Blow wind blow and take me to my dreams

Waiting on far away land hear me

Know I come to you

Know my words I wrote for you

Read this poem my one divine

Yeah I know it’s crap and doesn’t rhyme.

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

on yonder hill there stood a coo (cow)it must have moved cos its no there noo (now)

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

I did one

Rememberance of a Kiss

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Laying back in water

In this, the only private place,

Eyes closed, gently floating

In the memory of a face.

I feel the water lapping,

As I move to it's caress,

My lips are curling in a smile...

Rememberance of a kiss.

Slipping Under, into the quiet

A dream becomes more clear,

All other thoughts are banished

as I draw my lover near.

I slowly break the surface,

fill my lungs with air,

Slowly raise a hand,

run fingers through wet hair.

The rivulets of water

like kisses on my skin

Awaken desires for my lover deep within.

" I want your tongue" I whisper

And invite him past my lips,

Instinctively, my body yawns

Raising up my hips -

Then down again.. and down ..and down

in reverie.... pulsating,

I guide his fingers through the wet

Of that warm place in waiting.

Every aching part of me remembers how it feels

How bodies move in unison

'til nothing else is real,

and so I cum, esuriant for

more than times recalled,

For lovers new, the saints, the liars,

this heart accepts them all.

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

"I did one

Rememberance of a Kiss

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Laying back in water

In this, the only private place,

Eyes closed, gently floating

In the memory of a face.

I feel the water lapping,

As I move to it's caress,

My lips are curling in a smile...

Rememberance of a kiss.

Slipping Under, into the quiet

A dream becomes more clear,

All other thoughts are banished

as I draw my lover near.

I slowly break the surface,

fill my lungs with air,

Slowly raise a hand,

run fingers through wet hair.

The rivulets of water

like kisses on my skin

Awaken desires for my lover deep within.

" I want your tongue" I whisper

And invite him past my lips,

Instinctively, my body yawns

Raising up my hips -

Then down again.. and down ..and down

in reverie.... pulsating,

I guide his fingers through the wet

Of that warm place in waiting.

Every aching part of me remembers how it feels

How bodies move in unison

'til nothing else is real,

and so I cum, esuriant for

more than times recalled,

For lovers new, the saints, the liars,

this heart accepts them all.

I take it your shower not sealed yet then M8 ?

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

It was because

the place was just the same

That made your absence

seem a savage force

For under the gentleness

there came

An earthquake tremor,

fountian,birds and grass

were shaken

by me thinking

of your name ....

..erm

...

shit ..

hang on

it's ..

fcuk ..

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

Strange Love

The heart is a sl**,

Moving from man to man

Because it can.

Wilful and feral,

With barred teeth

It sucks and feasts

On juicy adoration.

Orgasmically impure

It raids loves sewer

Feasting on flesh.

Grasping this lovers food

We gorgers happily collude.

Sweet Jesus,

Wine and wafers choke

On God's surpassing joke

Tattooing the body crimson.

But is my love less keen

Because it is obscene?

Rat's whiskers twitch

The pulse beats

You are my meat

Come, lets eat!

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By *obletonMan
over a year ago

A Home Among The Woodland Creatures

Kung Fu International.

Outside the take-away,Saturday night

a bald adolescent, asks me out for a fight

He was no bigger than a two-penny fart

he was a deft exponent of the martial art

He gave me three warnings:

Trod on me toes, stuck his fingers in my eyes

and kicked me in the nose

A rabbit punch made me eyes explode

My head went dead, I fell in the road

I pleaded for mercy

I wriggled on the ground

he kicked me in the balls

and said something profound

Gave my face the millimetre tread

Stole me chop suey and left me for dead

Through rivers of blood and splintered bones

I crawled half a mile to the public telephone

pulled the corpse out the call box, held back the bile

and with a broken index finger, I proceeded to dial

I couldn’t get an ambulance

the phone was screwed

The receiver fell in half

it had been kung fu’d

A black belt karate cop opened up the door

demanding information about the stiff on the floor

he looked like an extra from Yang Shang Po

he said “What’s all this then

ah so, ah so, ah so.”

he wore a bamboo mask

he was gen’ned on zen

He finished his devotions and he beat me up again

Thanks to that embryonic Bruce Lee

I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be

I can’t go back to Salford

the cops have got me marked

Enter the Dragon

Exit Johnny Clarke

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

Top Class thought it was a swinging site not Britain*s got Pam Ayres on fab

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

WATER WATER EVERYWHERE NOT A DROP TO DRINK

I live at the head

of the Great River

You live at the

Great Rivers tail

Daily i think of you

though i dont see you

Both of us drink

from the Great River

When will

these Waters Fail

When will these longings End

I have one Wish

That your heart

and my heart

can pump

as one

until

The End

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

Crank up the barby get out the tex mex

Its summer time baby get ready for sex

Throw on your bikini I'll grab me shorts

Grab the tequila and I'll bring the pork

Full of good humour and plenty of sass

We're off to our friends who have pampas grass

They'll offer us sausage with a nod and a wink

Then ply us with booze and offer some kink

Its summer time baby get ready for sex

Throw off your bikini and I'll lose me kex

We'll head for the woods we'll drive to the hills

We'll shag on the bonnet to get our cheap thrills

I'll tie her up grab a paddle and flog her

Exoposed to the night and any old dogger

Its summer time baby let the passion flow

I'm game for a guinae I'm game for a show

Its anyones game nun priests or vickers

Throw off your clothes discard your knickers

Go on the pull go on the lash

Touch your toes and give us a flash

Dance with the band sing with singers

Lock up your missus cos here comes the swingers!!

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By *nytimeade OP Man
over a year ago

Skegness

Have you really not

noticed then

that , here of

all places

in this quite

private place,

personal solitude

that surrounds me

I have turned to you .......

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

You hear that noise??

It's William Blake spinning in his grave

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

its hot wet and runny and it sounds rather funny dioreah. it cums out your bum like a bullet from a gun dioreah. I went to me grans but she wasnt in so i did it in her bin .....hope i stirred some ..emotions.. but being realistic probably more bowels

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

When a man grows old

And his balls go cold

And the tip of his dick turns blue

And it bends in the middle

Like a one string fiddle

I'd say he was "fucked",

Wouldn't you?

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

Were can i find a nice moist muff?

Id treat it nicely but sometimes ruff.

Id lick it all night and every day

round and up and down in every way

Id poke my finger in to test how wet.

Then shove in my dildo till ur pussy sweats.

Id make your gash weep untill it was dry

Then listen you scream ''ur better than a guy''

In goes my fist to finish the job.

Catch all the juices with my gob.

Id finish you off with a stroke and slap.

Thats when u know women are best and dont need a chap.

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

What's poetry

Words that are music.

words that are love.

words that will touch you.

Soft as a glove.

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

"Kung Fu International.

Outside the take-away,Saturday night

a bald adolescent, asks me out for a fight

He was no bigger than a two-penny fart

he was a deft exponent of the martial art

He gave me three warnings:

Trod on me toes, stuck his fingers in my eyes

and kicked me in the nose

A rabbit punch made me eyes explode

My head went dead, I fell in the road

I pleaded for mercy

I wriggled on the ground

he kicked me in the balls

and said something profound

Gave my face the millimetre tread

Stole me chop suey and left me for dead

Through rivers of blood and splintered bones

I crawled half a mile to the public telephone

pulled the corpse out the call box, held back the bile

and with a broken index finger, I proceeded to dial

I couldn’t get an ambulance

the phone was screwed

The receiver fell in half

it had been kung fu’d

A black belt karate cop opened up the door

demanding information about the stiff on the floor

he looked like an extra from Yang Shang Po

he said “What’s all this then

ah so, ah so, ah so.”

he wore a bamboo mask

he was gen’ned on zen

He finished his devotions and he beat me up again

Thanks to that embryonic Bruce Lee

I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be

I can’t go back to Salford

the cops have got me marked

Enter the Dragon

Exit Johnny Clarke "

John Cooper Clark, aka the bard of salford or the punk poet, plagerism Tobes ?

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over a year ago

The kiss,

Tender and soft,

Growing more passionate,

Tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

Before hurriedly undressing ourselves,

Eagerly stripping off our clothes,

And tumbling into bed,

To continue,

The kiss.

Naked,

Seductively,

Caressing each other.

Nipples hardening to my touch,

As I massage the soft flesh of your beasts.

You wrap your hand around my cock,

Bringing me to hardness.

So arousing,

Naked.

Sucking,

Wanting to please,

Going down on your knees

Wrapping your hand around my cock,

And feel me getting harder inside you

Exploring me with lips and tongue,

Taking me deep inside,

Voraciously,

Sucking.

“Fuck me!”

You call to me,

Taking my cock in hand,

Guiding me inside your pussy,

Until my whole length is deep inside you.

Rhythmically, grinding against me,

As I thrust in and out.

“Oh, God!” you sigh,

“Fuck me!”

Dreaming,

Of other nights,

Of passionate fucking,

Exploring each other’s bodies,

Writhing together until we are spent,

Then, with the dawn fast approaching,

Wrapped in each other’s arms,

We fall asleep.

Dreaming!

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

as the tiny seedling whispers to the breeze ..

which is it's mother.

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By *tensonSwingersCouple
over a year ago

Stenson Fields

Roses are red, violets are blue.

Some poems rhyme, but this one doesn't!

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over a year ago

"Kung Fu International.

Outside the take-away,Saturday night

a bald adolescent, asks me out for a fight

He was no bigger than a two-penny fart

he was a deft exponent of the martial art

He gave me three warnings:

Trod on me toes, stuck his fingers in my eyes

and kicked me in the nose

A rabbit punch made me eyes explode

My head went dead, I fell in the road

I pleaded for mercy

I wriggled on the ground

he kicked me in the balls

and said something profound

Gave my face the millimetre tread

Stole me chop suey and left me for dead

Through rivers of blood and splintered bones

I crawled half a mile to the public telephone

pulled the corpse out the call box, held back the bile

and with a broken index finger, I proceeded to dial

I couldn’t get an ambulance

the phone was screwed

The receiver fell in half

it had been kung fu’d

A black belt karate cop opened up the door

demanding information about the stiff on the floor

he looked like an extra from Yang Shang Po

he said “What’s all this then

ah so, ah so, ah so.”

he wore a bamboo mask

he was gen’ned on zen

He finished his devotions and he beat me up again

Thanks to that embryonic Bruce Lee

I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be

I can’t go back to Salford

the cops have got me marked

Enter the Dragon

Exit Johnny Clarke

John Cooper Clark, aka the bard of salford or the punk poet, plagerism Tobes ?"
SMIFFY! Someone has nicked my favorite poem!

How about this one.

'Oh

Wet pet'

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over a year ago

"Roses are red, violets are blue.

Some poems rhyme, but this one doesn't!"

Okay here's one I posted on the forum of my favourite story site:

Roses are red,

Your rabbit's angora,

You can't base romance,

On fauna and flora.

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

She slowly climbed the stairs to bed.

A day long gone the work was done.

She jumped into the cozy sheets and found a cock

she took a peek

To her amazement, her surprise

It was attached to some other guys.

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

I wandered lonely as a cloud

down the street I felt so proud

and then I farted and it was loud

I didn't realise I had a crowd

of pensioners behind me on that road

and all their false teeth fell out as they laughed out loud

I didn't feel quite that proud

and hid my face like a shroud

and run off quick

laughed out loud.

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

Roses are red

Trees are green

Come to me

And I'll fill you with cream

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