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 Feb 2011
Priya Patel
Close your eyes
and picture this..
you and me
and our first kiss
Open your lids
so you can see
how your lips
feel to me
So soft and gentle
and spicy too
Can I have
a taste of you?
Just a nibble,
maybe a bite
Come here,
let me hold you tight
Close your eyes
and picture this
you and me
and our first kiss
 Feb 2011
Lilly Bug
Dear Andy, Thank you and Goodbye.

2/24/11

A deep tiresome passion has been building up inside me,
And it’s been two months and six days since I last saw you.
At the beach is where I’ll find you and is where I soon will be.
We’ll see each other and I’ll recover because you’ll be next to me.

Soft and smooth are your curly brown locks,
And sweet and luscious are your round small lips.
The scent of you with all your letters in my little green box,
Now I see your green eyes and feel your warm finger tips.

Slow and seductive are the long whispers I keep,
And it’s your voice I hear daily with little hope.
In my dreams is where I’ll find you as I fall into sleep,
And in the sunset we do paddle in the swan love boat.

2/27/11

The sand is in between the keyboard keys and caked onto my knees,
With a glass of wine at ten thirty in the morning I sit only broken hearted
A night together on the beach I had planned for two months, but you lied to me
All a lie, you scammed me how could I have been out smarted.

Lying together all day, and drinking late into night,
Only to crawl to the twin bed in the early hours of the morning.
You’d caress me as I sleep and hold me until awoken by sunlight.
Soon you must leave to go home, but I will visit soon and bring you loving.

Two months have passed and most days we’ve spoken,
But it seems now another girl found her way into the picture.
Without a word you have lured me here only to leave me broken.
You praise her and I watch just like a permanent wall fixture.

Thanks for the lies, and all the wasted time.
This is the end of the all the extra feelings.
My life is taking a rapid U-turn without you in line.
Please enjoy her company while I stand here dying.  

Sincerely,

Sofi Lilly
 Feb 2011
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Will an angel ever fall from heaven?
And suffer from any pain
Like  quite an ordinary woman?
When her toe is badly broken
Should she be forsaken?
I wonder whether an angel will groan
Or mourn for an unexpected loss!
Will she think like a woman of superior class?
Or just like the one of common mass

Will she ever suffer from anger or hunger?
Is she always safe from any danger?
Which language does she speak?
Will she come to our poet freak?

What poem does she write?
Does she know about our poetic site?
Have you ever seen her Sight?
I have seen her in the night?
It’s just my imagination. You are Right
 Feb 2011
Lilly Bug
I am alive
Breathing, blinking, being
I am a force that moves
Bringing with me light and peace
Setting things back into a perpetual groove
Eternally flourishing and green
Living, being, alive
An endless splendor is our home
Wilderness--Oh, the beauty in the sweet unknown
I will go out in a search
For I am alive
Who knows what I'll find
out in the wilderness
out in the great beyond
 Feb 2011
Judy Ponceby
Daffodils and daisies.
And summer days so hazy.

Roses and posies.
Making bees all crazy.

Peonies and violets.
Sunning and all lazy.

Bleeding hearts and trumpet flowers.
Spring time gone a-blazey.
Yes, the snow is melting, the birds are flying
And, I'm getting a little stir-cray.
After all who would make up a word like blazey
Unless mentally unbalanced???  :) LOL
 Feb 2011
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
I am an incomparable queen
My pristine beauty can only be seen
It can never be depicted in words
For me many kings draw out their swords

My lips are more beautiful than rose petals
And my hips are softer than jasmine bouquets
One may die looking at my bubbly *******
No wonder the kings want to enter my interior crusts

My eyes are lovelier than wild lilies
My hair flows on my shoulders like rivers
My waist makes a feast to beholders’ eyes
The cupid shoots at me the wreaths of flowers

But only a brave king enters the kingdom of my beauty
For him I devotionally discharge my romantic duty
And dedicate my body, heart and soul
That should be any woman’s natural goal
 Feb 2011
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
I am an English teacher. Aren’t I?
Every body likes you. Don’t they?
Or doesn’t he? What is this?
Am I making unnecessary fuss?

You are still the lover of only the class
Will you ever be the darling of the mass?
If somebody knows you, he becomes a boss.
If anybody ignores you, she will be at a loss

You are difficult to spell
The only thing we do is to yell
Your  description is mere hammer
But you have a lot of glamour

You are expanding like the universe
Even a foolish poet like me writes your verse
You are the queen of all speakers
And will surely stay for all ages
 Feb 2011
Timothy Mooney
I stepped outside for a moment, simply to catch a breath on my porch,
and I saw that slivered Moon scooting behind those shivery clouds.
In a brief half-second I felt Her eons,
Her aged gravitational tumble,
Her pained and painted-on pagan sins of yore,
Her holy rejoinder of light against the darkness,
Her catechism of magic,
and the cold
empty doctrine
of Her orbital destiny.

I closed my eyes for a moment, to shut out Her history...
to try and catch that breath...
But She would not relent.
She was insistent, pulling my eyes open and up
and She offered me her memories
and begged in Her dry eternal voice
to allow me Her touch.

     I accepted.  Felt Her fear as our rockets bruised Her dusty flesh
     upon their uninvited landings
     and scarred her with their burning departures.

     When I had taken it all in, She disappeared behind one of those
     shivery clouds
     and I was able to
     catch that breath
     I had almost forgotten
     I had meant to take.

I watch for Her nightly now.
Even when She is obscured by clouds
or maybe just on the other side of this earth-she-cannot-touch,
Her eternal dance partner.
I open my eyes and gaze up.
With awe and wonder and respect
to let Her know that in my small gravitational way
that there is at least
One son here who thinks of her
and who understands and appreciates her tidal Motherhood

who smiles  beneath Her transient reflection,
holding that light dear,
and who, in turn,
reflects some of that light
back to Her,
with promised eye.
 Feb 2011
Nina McNally
And as I was driving along; almost
Losing control, over an inspirational thought.
Many times that has happen, but    I am fine ---
Only I need to get this down on paper
Soon before I explode!    I realized as we go
Through life, the past is crystal clear, like my back window,

Evenings, I can still see the past, but the future, like my front window,
As ***** as can be, is blurry and hard to look through and
Sitting from within, all comfy and warm I watch as I past
Yesterday
* and I move on to tomorrow, living for **today.
copyright; 2011 McNally, Inc.,
written from a little thought while I was driving one day and the title is from Avenged Sevenfold.
-fyi I kept my front window clean...but on my car the front window get dirtier quicker than the back....hence the future, past inspiration.
 Feb 2011
Nina McNally
Then I wake--
Having the *worst nightmare of my life.
Either it was about *losing
my mind, or my touch of
Reality. I know I'm already on a fine line with reality, anyways.
Every night I have this

Same nightmare.       What am I to do?
How can I make it stop?               Who do I call?
Everywhere I look I see people being               corrupted,

Going nowhere fast.     When is this going to stop?
Only time knows the answer.      I'll just have to wait.
Eternity should come soon and together we can
S****        a               new                   *beginning.
copyright; 2011 McNally, Inc.
written; words to the paper, not really thinking about it.
-a Good Charlotte song (title) for the inspiration-
I remember when we were young
Playing childrens' games together
Those times are now so special
I thought they could last forever

As we grew older and went our ways
Sister and brother living apart
She became a soldier, making me proud
Always here, never far from my heart

But now I can never tell you how I feel
I remember all the good times we went through
I am torn up inside, knowing I won't see you again
My brother Sean, this pain because it hurts to miss you
This is Hollys' poem linked to Byron Lorde
copyright Chris Smith 2011
 Feb 2011
Phantom Byron Lorde
I tried to reach you
I failed to do that
So I lost you, my love
Now this man is lost

All I have are memories
I fear they are nightmares
As I relive that moment
Over and over again

I should be the one
Under the earth, not you
You should have been saved
I should have died instead

Forgive me, Megan, please
I wish I could hold you
Still tell you how much I need you
But all I have left are these tears
From the story of Byron and Holly
 Feb 2011
Nina McNally
When the time comes, will
Eternity mean forever? Will
Love be true? How
Can something so little, mean so much?
Only time will be the answer to the
Meaning of life.
Everything will play out in

The end.
Oh, time-What an interesting subject, and

My, oh, my how things have changed--
Yesteryear has come and gone. So

Let's dance and live like
It's the last night on Earth. So
For now, it's just you and I and
E**ternity is still forever!
copyright; 2011 McNally, Inc.
--a poem that was just written just for the fun of it.
-a Simple Plan song-
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