Poetry Corner

[Rikk]

Ah yes, Rothtards and Sheep,

This is the place where you come and present some good, solid American or International poetry to the Rotharmy crowd. No ratings, no jeers. Just some good poetry and conversation...


Lemme grab you all a coffee, kool kats...
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Somebody turn on some John Coltrane on the jukebox...
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And let's hear ye poetry...

Who's up first?

[Shaun Ponsonby]

Ha ha!!

Is this my fault?

Alright


ODE TO FILTHIA

Oh, Filthia, I love her so
She sends me round in ditties
By day, we walk in the park
At night, I love to roam around her huge country estate

(I was stuck for a rhyme, there)

[Guitar Shark]

Poetry is gay.

[Angel]

I wait for the police to come to my door
To tell me my child doesn't live any more.
And I sit here, full of shame...
Knowing that somehow I must be to blame.

For I couldn't give him his weight in gold,
and now I'm left here, out in the cold.
For the life that he leads has only one end
And as my heart bleeds, this message I send:

Hold tight to your children
They're so very dear
And the gangs that will steal them
Are so very near

They'll promises them riches
And money to burn
And as they draw them in deeper,
For your child's hug, you will yearn.

Our world has become so materialistic,
In the gang scene, it's almost ballistic.
Clothes and fast cars, a nice watch on their wrist
Some of our teens, they think this is bliss.

You can't send the cops to break down their door,
Because if you do, they'll even the score.
All you can do is sit, hope and pray
That your child will return by the end of the day.

And as you wake on the morrow
Your heart fills with sorrow
And your bones shake with dread.
Please don't knock on my door....

and tell me.....


He's Dead.

[vanzilla]

Where's Andrew Dice Clay when you need him?

[pete]

Midsummer moonbeam stuck to her skin
Barely a memory in the state I was in
I called at three and you called the law
Could've caught a clue, but the lights were off
I slid a swerve when my soul was in need
You had the words, but I never could read
All the futility in all of my charms
and your arms
I'll drink to that

Saw the sun bleed from the earth
Ran for cover deep in the dirt
You think I'm easy, well where do you get your facts
All the love and the hate and the sinful acts
There is something beautiful deep in this darkness
When all of the light seems factory line
They give you the keys all check or cash
and romance
I'll drink to that

[Rikk]

Panther, panther.
Resident dancer.
Grassy-eyed, mystified resonant panzer.
Some friends and me went and bought some beer,
and we went on a safari.
The first friend walked too far in the grass,
we all yelled "Volare"...

but it was too late.

The panther sealed his fate.

Kitty left him in quite a state.



Who says he's greatest of all the panthers?...

[Ally_Kat]

God of Fire

I am a hung-over, sick mountain,
Acne upon the land.
I am paradise’s Mr. Hyde,
And fireworks at night.
I am the planet’s turkey baster,
A thermometer within the Earth.
I can consume all that I see,
And preserve it throughout time.

[Ally_Kat]

(and remember that I'm not right in the head)

the moose

My moose is loose.
Oh, the abuse!
Poor sweet Bruce,
The moose who liked to use
And create grape juice.

Oh my moose!
With that silly goose –
The goose that is obtuse.
How that goose would misuse
Bruce’s fermented juice.

The goose had a short fuse
And would let loose
Allowing emotions to overproduce
And restraint to reduce –
All effects of substance abuse.

But Bruce so loved the goose.
A love so profuse.
A love so abstruse.
And the goose did seduce,
But only for love of grape juice.

The couple became recluse
Inhabiting a caboose
With actions to reproduce
While watching Footloose.
This did not please the moose.

Bruce found people to introduce
And encouraged the goose
To go out and schmooze,
Trying to disabuse
This sentiment of recluse.

The goose would refuse
And threatened to vamoose.
Bruce offered a truce,
His feelings he did excuse,
But the goose yelled, “grape juice!”

This response had Bruce
Deduce that this goose
Did not love this moose
But rather the grape juice
That this moose would produce.


The moose started to refuse
Any request to produce
That sweet grape juice,
Even when the goose
Would try to seduce Bruce.

The goose began to abuse
So the moose would produce
That fermented addictive juice,
But it was of no use.
Bruce still would refuse.

So now the moose,
A victim of domestic abuse,
Did leave that goose
And the smelly caboose,
But took the copy of Footloose.

No worries about the moose.
Bruce met a mongoose
Who did not like grape juice,
But rather liked to schmooze
And to reproduce while watching Footloose.

[Northern Girl]

Okay, I've been hesitating, but WTF...

WARNING: FOR ADULTS ONLY !!






your flicking tongue lights my fire
your skills surpass all I desire
sensations running head to toe
my sweet juice begins to flow
touch me, taste me, as you please
my swollen pearl is yours to tease
you can sense just what I need
my climax building as you feed
ecstasy comes with rapid pace
my wetness dripping down your face

dripping with juice, throbbing with lust
another taste of you is a must
you feel so hard in my grip
I touch my tongue to your tip
to take it all, I open wide
in and out, I let it slide
anticipation at its peak
our final pleasure now we seek

I straddle you to take a wild ride
your pulsing thrusts push deep inside
you feel so good as in a dream
driving hard and deep until I scream
your throbbing’s intense, I feel inside
the bittersweet end of the ride
I quake again as you release
my crashing waves do not cease
you fill me with your streaming jet
here at last, our climax met

[MAX]

Originally posted by Guitar Shark
Poetry is gay.


LOL!!! :D

[Nickdfresh]

The Trusted

I trust too easily,
I feel your warmth and I caress mysteries.
I give too freely and seek too readily.
Can this cauldron of life be truth or illusion,
Mere mortals imbued with lust,
Should I trust?
The gods laughing,
We but their play things.
Confused and tarnished with sweltering life,
It cuts through and seres, Molten branding of my eyes.
I trusted.
I smell life around me,
I think there must be something more.
I feel her simmering beneath me,
I feel her slipping away.
I fell her near me and she is yet a thousand miles away.
I no longer believe
But I still feel her thighs as sure as I feel the night.

[Nickdfresh]

National Poetry Month Raises Awareness Of
Poetry Prevention

NEW YORK—This month marks the 10th National Poetry Month, a campaign created in 1996 to raise public awareness of the growing problem of poetry. "We must stop this scourge before more lives are exposed to poetry," said Dr. John Nieman of the American Poetry Prevention Society at a Monday fundraising luncheon. "It doesn't just affect women. Young people, particularly morose high-school and college students, are very susceptible to this terrible affliction. It is imperative that we eradicate poetry now, before more rainy afternoons are lost to it." Nieman said some early signs of poetry infection include increased self-absorption and tea consumption.

Linky (http://www.theonion.com/index.php?issue=4117)

[Rikk]

Originally posted by MAX
LOL!!! :D

Who are you again?

[Nickdfresh]

Well!
She treat me like a personal Jesus
Got the hand...put it where its gonna heal ya
Got the finger...put it right there on the trigger
Well, pump it up, pump it up
Baby make it bigger

Well... Im Going crazy
Pumping it up, pumping it up
(ewww ohhh ya)
It's gonna heal ya

She put the cream in my coffee (first thing in the morning)
Put that butter on my biscuit (honeydew my melons)
Cherries on bananas (gonna need a second helpin')
You know I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning

Lock the front ...Leave the back door open
Hot tub loosen up ...baby been soaking
Been tokin'...been sippin'
Slip slide slippin ... all got me tripping

Well... Im Going crazy
Keeping it up... pumping it up, pumping it up
Aint gonna kill ya

She put the cream in my coffee (first thing in the morning)
Spread that butter on my biscuit (honeydew my melon)
Put berries on bananas (I need a second helping)
That's why I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning

Wake me up babe
Hold me up... Gotta get up

[GUITAR SOLO]

She put the cream in my coffee (first thing in the morning)
Spread hot butter on my biscuit (honeydew my melon)
Like them cherries on bananas (gonna need a second helping)
Thats why I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning

Got bacon on the table (first thing in the morning)
Squeeze some honey on my biscuit (honeydew my melon)
Spread some cream on my bananas (I need a second helping)
You know I'm up for breakfast so early in the mornin'

Wake me up
Lift me up
Gotta get up
Hot coffee first thing in the morning
Hot sweet sticky
Get it up, get it up, get it up

Gotta get up

[Rikk]

I said poetry...not bile.:D

[MAX]

Originally posted by Rikk
Who are you again?

The reason y'all prolly don't recognize me in such a stellar thread is cos I'm no cafe latte slurping, haiku writing motherfucker.

[Ally_Kat]

Originally posted by MAX
The reason y'all prolly don't recognize me in such a stellar thread is cos I'm no cafe latte slurping, haiku writing motherfucker.

psssh...screw cafe lattes. I'm all about bubble teas!

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[MAX]

Good to see you Ally. :)

[Rikk]

Originally posted by MAX
The reason y'all prolly don't recognize me in such a stellar thread is cos I'm no cafe latte slurping, haiku writing motherfucker.

Good for you. And I'm no ass-kissing, two-faced mother fucker that posts in threads he has no interest in.:D

[Ally_Kat]

Originally posted by MAX
Good to see you Ally. :)

ya know, you can make me a milkshake with your custom ice cream...we'll make it into a cool cafe. :hula:

[Three Lock Rock]

there once was a fagboy named dave
he was so gay they said he was a fag to the grave
he sucked lots of dick and was a homo that didnt shave
he would pick up boys with a gay fagboy wave
the fag dave

three lock rock (kickin ass and takin names)

[MAX]

Originally posted by Ally_Kat
ya know, you can make me a milkshake with your custom ice cream...we'll make it into a cool cafe. :hula:

For you, ANYTIME my dear. :)

[Roguesgirl]

and add peanut butter :)

[MAX]

Originally posted by Roguesgirl
and add peanut butter :)


You like peanut butter? :confused:

Nawwwwwwww.....................................

[Hardrock69]

Van Halen Kicks My Ass Hard
Spammy licks my ass
But is not worthy of it

(Haiku)

[Rikk]

Originally posted by MAX
You like peanut butter? :confused:

Nawwwwwwww.....................................

K...in all seriousness, keep all your sad flirting and drink requests to the bar, MAX. This is a thread for kool cats!:cool:

[MAX]

Originally posted by Rikk
K...in all seriousness, keep all your sad flirting and drink requests to the bar, MAX. This is a thread for kool cats!:cool:


There is no flirting and I really resent that.

She's only my friend on this board and I was just kidding around.

[pete]

Originally posted by Ally_Kat
God of Fire

I am a hung-over, sick mountain,
Acne upon the land.
I am paradise’s Mr. Hyde,
And fireworks at night.
I am the planet’s turkey baster,
A thermometer within the Earth.
I can consume all that I see,
And preserve it throughout time.

wow

that is sooo bad

[Rikk]

Originally posted by MAX
There is no flirting and I really resent that.

She's only my friend on this board and I was just kidding around.

I know you're kidding. But keep your cutesy talk to one or two threads...not every thread.;) If you don't like chatting poetry, good for you. But you seem to want every other thread to be a thread listing foods you like to eat, etc.

[Ally_Kat]

Originally posted by pete
wow

that is sooo bad

I bet you can't tell me what kind of poem that is and what you're suppose to do with it.

[Rikk]

ALLY, you have some good shit. Keep it going.:)

[pete]

Originally posted by Ally_Kat
I bet you can't tell me what kind of poem that is and what you're suppose to do with it.

I know what you should do with it.

[Dan]

I sit here all alone
Maybe someone will call me on the phone
been waiting here in the cold
holy shit I'm getting old
Not to sure what to write
now it's time to say goodnight

By Dan

[Ally_Kat]

Originally posted by Rikk
ALLY, you have some good shit. Keep it going.:)

I don't have too many poems; Just what I had to do for my one creative writing class and she had us do all these different styles, so they're not the traditional sing-song ones. I'm more a fiction writer. Once I get published, I'll be whoring out the book here. :hula:

[Ally_Kat]

Originally posted by pete
I know what you should do with it.

yes, yes, and where's your work?

[pete]

Originally posted by Ally_Kat
yes, yes, and where's your work?

look closer.

I appreciate your arrogance of poetic form.

It is the content that lacks.

It may speak to adolescense, but universal... it is not.

[Rikk]

Here's a song my band recorded pretty recently...it's got four fingerpicked electric guitars with reverb, plus a bass and multi-layered harmony vocals that I recorded...

Watch yourself, and don't forget,
to put out your last cigarette.
Oh friends may come and friends may go,
but in the end this is your show.
But now, someone's gotta cheer you up,
cuz someone's left you here for dead,
and you've just got a tiny room, here.
Here in 1975.

[Ally_Kat]

Originally posted by pete
look closer.

I appreciate your arrogance of poetic form.

It is the content that lacks.

It may speak to adolescense, but universal... it is not.

Sure, pete. Whatever you say, pete. You're doing this just to stir shit, pete.

Just so you know, the poem you say sucks is a riddle poem. It's not suppose to contain any great meaning or be something you sit and ponder about 20 yrs from now. It's suppose to be a cute short thing where you can guess what it's about.

And why does poetry have to be serious? Why can't it just be fun? Life (and this message baord) is full of too much drama. Sometimes cute, throw-away entertainment is nice.

[pete]

Who turns the wheel?
The soul, the time
Who keeps the greens green despite the steel outside?
Who hears the lessons
from deep within their graves?
Who commands the loss of lost
from the bullets of the saved?

Who brings the karma?
Who holds the grace?
Who heals the wounds of love smarting on the face of this?
Whom do you call out
wehen down on your knees?
Who do you beg for hope of peace
and some kind of sympathy?

It's true blue baby in your sight
I'm holding out for something that I can't see for light
I'm true blue baby in your sight

[pete]

Originally posted by Ally_Kat
Sure, pete. Whatever you say, pete. You're doing this just to stir shit, pete.

Just so you know, the poem you say sucks is a riddle poem. It's not suppose to contain any great meaning or be something you sit and ponder about 20 yrs from now. It's suppose to be a cute short thing where you can guess what it's about.

And why does poetry have to be serious? Why can't it just be fun? Life (and this message baord) is full of too much drama. Sometimes cute, throw-away entertainment is nice.

You are an idiot

I've posted two things here.

If I'm stirring shit.

Well, that shit is you.

[pete]

Originally posted by Ally_Kat


And why does poetry have to be serious? Why can't it just be fun? Life (and this message baord) is full of too much drama. Sometimes cute, throw-away entertainment is nice.

It doesn't

It just should speak to anyone who reads it.

Not just the tele-tubby demographic.

Why don't you just go over to chelle's and spill some more, stupid, mod room, bullshit?

Now that's stirring shit, shit.

[Ally_Kat]

Rikk, I'm sorry about the thread. I'll leave it now since my musings aren't mature enough to fit into the thread.

[Dan]

I'm cold
My Heart is dead
skin is grey
smells really bad
time has stopped
there's no sound
mouth is dry
I'm not alive

By Dan

[pete]

Originally posted by Ally_Kat
Rikk, I'm sorry about the thread. I'll leave it now since my musings aren't mature enough to fit into the thread.

Don't take it like that.

You an I never had issues - at least in front of my back.

I know you have to keep up appearances to retain your precious status.

You struck blindly and idiotically, and I retaliated.

Stir shit?

please.

I still talk to SARGE.

[MAX]

Originally posted by Rikk
I know you're kidding. But keep your cutesy talk to one or two threads...not every thread.;) If you don't like chatting poetry, good for you. But you seem to want every other thread to be a thread listing foods you like to eat, etc.


May I please have a list of posting rules? Like the "Posting in Non for Dummy's?" Seriously, I'd really like to know both where and when I'm allowed to talk about what. :confused:

No offense but certain references to "Alan the Panther" have been known to show up in inappropriate threads that do not pertain to "it" from time to time.

[Fabulous Shadow]

Originally posted by Rikk
I know you're kidding. But keep your cutesy talk to one or two threads...not every thread.;) If you don't like chatting poetry, good for you. But you seem to want every other thread to be a thread listing foods you like to eat, etc.

SAID MOD RIKK...

[Roguesgirl]

Originally posted by Rikk
K...in all seriousness, keep all your sad flirting and drink requests to the bar, MAX. This is a thread for kool cats!:cool:

Rikk...when you flirt with a woman, do you say shit like:

"you like peanutbutter?"

didn't think so...

neither does Max

[Fabulous Shadow]

Originally posted by MAX
May I please have a list of posting rules? Like the "Posting in Non for Dummy's?" Seriously, I'd really like to know both where and when I'm allowed to talk about what. :confused:

No offense but certain references to "Alan the Panther" have been known to show up in inappropriate threads that do not pertain to "it" from time to time.

Said Max the EX mod but more STELLAR than ever! ;)

[Rikk]

Originally posted by MAX
May I please have a list of posting rules? Like the "Posting in Non for Dummy's?" Seriously, I'd really like to know both where and when I'm allowed to talk about what. :confused:

No offense but certain references to "Alan the Panther" have been known to show up in inappropriate threads that do not pertain to "it" from time to time.

Dude, you're turning into an attention whore. No issues, no worries. But you jump in and make a big claim that this thread is not for you and it's gay, then you start talking about drinks and peanut butter and shit, and then I say take it to the bar.

Next time I'll be sure to treat you with kid gloves, kay?:)

[Fabulous Shadow]

Originally posted by Rikk
K...in all seriousness, keep all your sad flirting and drink requests to the bar, MAX. This is a thread for kool cats!:cool:

If that's the case
You should leave the place...

[MAX]

Originally posted by Rikk
Dude, you're turning into an attention whore.


Turning "INTO?" LMAO!!! When have I ever not proclaimed love for myself and asked others to do the same? :p

Jeesh, that was also a joke.

Yes!!! Hold me, love me, kiss me and shower me with attention. :rolleyes: I seem to get enough attention whenever I logon, I don't find any need to solicit it. :rolleyes:

I am and have always been both a mimbo and a primadonna.

"Kid Glove" me all you want. I'm not going to fight over petty shit. Brother Seen tagged me many miles back as a lover and not a fighter. I'll kick said ass when need be but not over stupid nonsense.

[Rikk]

Then why are you getting so mad?:p

[MAX]

Because that crack was completely out of line, unwarranted and unnecessary considering prior fights and peoples feelings around here. Also, why didn't you jump all over Sharky's ass when my entrance into this thread was agreeing with his initial opinion of the subject, eh? All I did was add a little humor and plea for some maximus attention.

[Rikk]

Originally posted by MAX
Because that crack was completely out of line, unwarranted and unnecessary considering prior fights and peoples feelings around here. Also, why didn't you jump all over Sharky's ass when my entrance into this thread was agreeing with his initial opinion of the subject, eh? All I did was add a little humor and plea for some maximus attention.

The "flirt" line was actually not intended in the way you took it. So, if you took it that way, apologies. But it was not related to any past incidents in any way but just a general comment. SHARKY is a friend of mine and he doesn't jump into various threads talking about things "maximus" and turn them into threads about himself. In future, I'll remember to sugar-coat my honesty with you, okay?

[Fabulous Shadow]

Max is a stud
Rikk is a prick

Max gets the women
and Rikk get the dicks

[Rikk]

Not bad, FAB. Not bad.

Here's some WHITMAN...Walt, not Slim.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father;
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

[Fabulous Shadow]

Here's some Fab...

Rikk the Prikk likes to suck Dick...
He has 2 cats, he lets them lick
his dick, so small and seldom used
He dabs with milk so they don't refuse...

[Fabulous Shadow]

pete is neat...

[flappo]

there was a young man from tralass
whose balls were made out of brass
in stormy weather
they clanged together
and sparks flew out of his arse

[flappo]

there was a young lady from ealing
who had a peculiar feeling
she slipped on the deck
and twisted her neck
then pissed all over the ceiling

[flappo]

THE LYRICS:
There was a young man from Australia
Who painted his balls like a dahlia.
Tuppence a smell
Was all very well
But thruppence a lick was a failure.

CHORUS:
That was a terrible song,
Sing us another one
Just like the other one
Sing us another one do!

There once was a local called Land
Who had a quite limber right hand.
One night he screamed,
'That damn Vaseline,
Some bastard has mixed it with sand!'

THE OTHER VERSES (saving the worst for last):
There was a young man called Neil
Who claimed his todger was like a huge eel.
For girls in the dark
Havin' a lark
Twas only an elver they'd feel.

There was a young lady called Toyah
Who asked her old man to enjoy her.
He said, 'I'd much rather peep
'Up the arse of a sheep.'
What a dirty, old lecherous voyeur!

There was a young man from Montrose
Who had a wet dream I suppose.
The landlady said,
As she changed his bed,
'This didn't come out of his nose.'

There was a young hooker from Looe
Who filled her vagina with glue.
She said with a grin,
'If they pay to get in,
'They can pay to get out of here, too!'

There was a young girl from Divizes
Who had tits that were two different sizes.
One was quite small
Hardly anything at all,
But the other was big and won prizes.

There was a young man from 'Arrow
Whose tool was like a vegetable marrow.
He said to his tart,
'Take this for a start,
'And me balls will be along in a barrow.'

There was a young girl from Khartoum
Who took a nancy boy up to her room.
She said, 'Now, my dear,
'Let's get one thing quite clear:
'Who does what-and when-and to whom.'

There was a bobbie from up Clapham Junction
Whose prick had long ceased to function.
All the years of his life
He pleasured his wife
With snot on the end of his truncheon.

There was a young fellow from Buckingham
Who stood on a bridge at Uckingham
Watching the stunts
Of the cunts in the punts
And the tricks of the pricks that were fucking 'em.

There was a young sailor called Dave
Who kept a dead 'ore in a cave
It took him some pluck
To have a cold fuck
But think of the money he saved!

There once was a girl from Penlochrie
Who had sex with a man on a rockery
She said, 'Oh, you've cum.
'All over my bum.
'This isn't a fuck. It's a mockery.'

There was a young girl from Penzance
Who boarded a bus in a trance
A passenger fucked her
And so'd the conductor
The driver shot off in his pants.

There was a young man from Wales
Whose yachting technique never fails.
He dines on baked beans
And plenty of greens,
And his farts put the wind in the sails.

There was a young man from Leeds
Who swallowed a packet of seeds.
Within an hour
His cock was in flower,
And his balls were all covered with weeds.

There once was a vampire named Mabel
Whose periods were rather unstable.
One night at full moon,
She took out a spoon
And drank herself under the table.

There was a young man from Nantucket
Whose cock was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin,
Wiping spunk off his chin,
'If my ear were a cunt, I could fuck it.'

[Rikk]

Originally posted by flappo
there was a young man from tralass
whose balls were made out of brass
in stormy weather
they clanged together
and sparks flew out of his arse

Ah yes. Yes!:D

There was an American with stinky habits.
He stubbed his toe and he screamed, "Dagnabbit!"
He never took a shower,
he killed many a flower.
His wife was so angry and he had to grab it!

[flappo]

there was an old lady from china
who went for a trip on a liner
she slipped on the deck
and twisted her neck
and now she can see right behind her

[flappo]

the ALL TIME classic

The Ballad of Eskimo Nell


Gather 'round, all you whorey,
Gather 'round, and hear my story.

When a man grows old and his balls grow cold,
And the tip of his prick turns blue;
When it bends in the middle like a one-string fiddle,
He can tell you a tale or two.
So pull up a chair and stand me a drink,
And a tale to you I'll tell
About Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
And a harlot named Eskimo Nell.

When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Go forth in search of fun,
It's Dead-Eye Dick that swings the prick,
And Mexican Pete the gun.
When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Are sore, depressed and sad,
It's always a cunt that bears the brunt,
But the shooting's not so bad.

Now Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Lived down by Dead Man's Creek,
And such was their luck that they'd had no fuck
For nigh on half a week.
Oh, a moose or two, and a caribou,
And a bison cow or so,
But for Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick,
This fucking was mighty slow.

Dick pound on his cock with a huge piece of rock,
And he said, "I want to play!,
It's been almost a week at this fucking creek,
With no cunt coming my way!"
So, do or dare, this horny pair
Set off for the Rio Grande:
Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick,
And Pete with his gun in hand.

Then, as they blazed their noisy trail,
No man, their path withstood.
Many a bride, her husband's pride,
A pregnant widow stood.
They reached the strand of the Rio Grand
At the height of a blazing noon.
To slake their thirst, and do their worst,
They sought Black Mike's saloon.

The swinging doors they pushed back wide,
Both prick and gun flashed free.
"According to sex, you bleeding wrecks,
You'll drink or you'll fuck with me!"
Now, they'd heard of the prick of Dead-Eye Dick,
From the Yukon to Panama,
So, with scarcely worse than a muttered curse,
The fellows all sought the bar.

When Dick walked in to a house of sin,
The whores all cursed their luck,
Not even a tart dared let out a fart,
When he said - "I want to fuck!"
The girls they knew of his playful ways
Down on the Rio Grande,
And forty whores pulled down their drawers
At Dead-eye Dick's command.

For they saw the finger of Mexican Pete
Move on the trigger grip,
So they didn't wait and at a fearful rate
Those whores began to strip.
Now, Dead-Eye Dick was breathing quick
With lecherous snorts and grunts,
So forty butts were bared to view,
And likewise forty cunts.

Now, forty butts and forty cunts,
If you can use your wits,
And if you're slick, at arithmetic,
Makes exactly eighty tits.
Sure, eighty tits are a gladsome sight
For a man with a raging stand.
It may be rare in Berkeley Square,
But not on the Rio Grande!

Now Dead-Eye Dick had fucked a few
On the last preceding night,
This he had done just to have some fun
And to whet his appetite.
His phallic limb was in fucking trim.
As he backed and took a run,
He made a dart at the nearest tart,
and scored a hole in one.

The lady he bore to the dusty floor,
And there he filled her fine,
And though she grinned, it put the wind
Up the other thirty-nine.
When Dead-Eye Dick lets loose his prick,
He has no time to spare,
With speed and strength, combined with length,
He fairly singes hair.

He had made a dart at the next fair tart,
When into that harlot's hell
Strode a gentle maid who was unfraid:
Her name was Eskimo Nell.
But Dead-Eye Dick had got his prick
Well into number two,
When Eskimo Nell let out a yell.
She bawled to him, "Hey, you!"

Dick gave a flick of his muscular prick,
And the girl flew over his head,
He then wheeled about with an angry shout;
His face and his balls were red.
Nell glanced our hero up and down,
His looks she seemed to decry.
With utter scorn, she sneered at the horn
Which rose from his hairy thigh.

She blew the smoke of her cigarette
All over his steaming knob.
So utterly beat was Mexican Pete
That he failed to do his job.
It was Eskimo Nell who broke the spell
In accents clear and cool:
"You cunt-struck shrimp of a Yankee pimp!
You call that thing a tool?

"If this here town can't take that down,"
She said to those cowering whores,
"There's another cunt that can do the stunt,
But it Eskimo Nell's, not yours."
She dropped her garments one by one
With an air of consumate pride,
And as she stood in her womanhood,
They saw the Great Divide.

She seated herself on a table top,
Where someone had left a glass.
With a twitch of her tits, she crushed it to bits
Between the cheeks of her ass.
She flexed her knees with supple ease,
And spread her thighs apart.
With a friendly nod to the mangy sod,
She gave him the cue to start.

Now, Dead-Eye Dick knew more than one trick,
And he meant to take his time,
For a woman like this was orgasmic bliss,
So he played the pantomime.
He flexed his asshole to and fro,
And made his balls inflate,
Until they looked like the granite knobs
On the top of a palace gate.

He blew his anus inside out,
His balls increased in size,
His mighty prick grew twice as thick
And reached almost to his eyes.
He polished his dick with alcohol,
Then, to make it steaming hot,
He finished the job, when he sprinkled his knob
With a cayenne pepperpot.

Then he did neither start to run
Nor did he take a leap,
Nor did he stoop, but with a swoop
Began a steady, forward creep.
As a marksman might, he took a sight
Along his mighty tool,
And his steady grin as he pushed it in
Showed a calculated cool.

Have you ever seen the pistons
On the mighty C.P.R.,
With the driving force of a thousand horse?
Well, then you know what pistons are.
Or, you think you do, but you've yet to see
The ins and outs of the trick
Of the work that's done on a non-stop run
By a fellow like Dead-Eye Dick.

But Eskimo Nell was no infidel,
As good as a whole harem
With the strength of ten in her abdomen
And the Rock of Ages between.
With nary a scream, she could take the stream
Like the flush of a watercloset.
Now, she gripped his cock like a Chatswood Lock
On the National Safe Deposit.

But Dead-Eye Dick would not come quick,
He meant to conserve his powers,
For if he'd a mind, he'd grind and grind
For sixteen solid hours.
Nell lay a while with a subtle smile,
Then the grip of her cunt grew keener,
And a squeeze of her thigh then sucked him dry
With the ease of a vacuum cleaner.

She performed this trick in a way so slick
As to set in complete defiance
The principal cause and basic laws
That govern sexual science.
She calmly rode through the phallic code
Which for years had withstood the test,
And the ancient rules of the classic schools
In a moment or two, went west.

Right here, my friend, we come to the end
Of copulation's classic:
The effect on Dick was sudden and quick
And akin to an anaesthetic.
He fell to the floor, and he knew no more,
His passions extinct and dead,
Nor did he shout as his cock fell out,
Though 'twas stripped right down to a thread.

Then, Mexican Pete did leap to his feet
To avenge his pal's affront,
With a jarring jolt of his blue-nosed Colt,
He rammed it up Nellie's cunt.
He rammed it hard to the trigger guard,
Then fired two times three,
But to his surprise, Nell closed her eyes
And smiled in ecstacy.

She rose to her feet with a smile so sweet,
Then "Bully," she said, "for you.
Though I might have guessed that that was the best
That you two poor pimps could do.
"When next, my friend, that you intend
To sally forth for fun,
Buy Dead-Eye Dick a sugar stick,
And yourself an elephant gun.

"I'm going forth to the frozen North
Where the peckers are hard and strong,
Back to the land of the frozen stand
Where the nights are six months long.
"It's hard as tin when they put it in
In the land where spunk is spunk.
Not a trickling stream of lukewarm cream,
But a solid, frozen chunk.

"Back to the land where they understand
What it means to fornicate,
Where even the dead sleep two in a bed
And the babies masturbate.
"Back to the land of the grinding gland,
Where the walrus plays with his prong,
Where the polar bear wanks off in his lair,
That's where they'll sing this song.

"They'll tell this tale on the Arctic trail
Where the nights are sixty below,
Where it's so damn cold the jonnies are sold
Wrapped up in a ball of snow.
"In the Valley of Death with baited breath,
That's where they'll sing it too,
Where the skeletons rattle in sexual battle
And the rotting corpses screw.

"Back to the land where men are Men,
I'll say 'Terra Bellicum,'
And there I'll spend my worthy end,
For the North is calling: 'Come!'"
Then Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Slunk away from the Rio Grande,
Dead-Eye Dick with his useless prick,
And Pete with no gun in his hand.

When a man grows old and his balls grow cold,
And the tip of his prick turns blue,
And the hole in the middle refuses to piddle,
I'd say he was fucked, wouldn't you?

[Rikk]

There was an old salesman from Greece.
His wife always had to lie beneath.
He went and got pussy,
cuz he was so damn fussy,
'til she shot off his dick with a piece.

[flappo]

another classic

'Twas on the good ship Venus,
By Christ you should have seen us;
The figurehead
Was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's penis.
The captain's name was Lugger.
By Christ he was a bugger.
He wasn't fit
To shovel shit
From one ship to another.

The first mate's name was Carter.
By God he was a farter.
When the wind wouldn't blow,
And the ship wouldn't go,
Carter the farter would start 'er.

The second mate's name was Hopper.
By God he had a whopper;
Twice round the deck,
Thrice round his neck,
And up his arse for a stopper.

The second mate was Andy,
By Christ he had a dandy,
Till they crushed his cock
On a jagged rock
For coming in the brandy.

The third mate's name was Morgan,
By god he was a gorgon,
From half past eight
he played till late,
Upon the captain's organ.

The captain's wife was Mabel,
And by God was she able
To give the crew
Their daily screw
Upon the galley table.

The captain's daughter Charlotte,
Was born and bred a harlot,
Her thighs at night
were lily white,
By morning they were scarlet.

The cabin boy was Kipper,
By Christ he was a nipper.
He stuffed his arse
with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper.

The captain's lovely daughter
Liked swimming in the water.
Delighted squeals
Came when some eels
Swam into her sexual quarters.

The cook his name was Freeman,
He was a dirty demon,
He fed the crew
On menstral stew
And hymens fried in semen.

The ship's dog's name was Rover,
We turned that poor thing over,
And ground and ground
that faithful hound
From Tenerife to Dover.

And when we reached our station,
Through skillful navigation,
The ship got sunk
in a wave of spunk,
From too much fornication.

Alternatives

The captain's name was Morgan,
By Christ he was a gorgon.
Ten times a day
He'd stop and play
With his fucking organ.
The first mate's name was Carter.
By God he was a farter.
He could fart anything
from God Save the King
To Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.









The captain's daughter, Mabel,
Though young, was fresh and able,
To fornicate
with the second mate,
Upon the chartroom table.

[flappo]

there once was a man from Bengahal
who liked to perform in a hall
his favorite trick
was to stand on his dick
and roll off the stage on one ball

[flappo]

On Viagra was old man Muldoon,
When he went on his third honeymoon.
Morning coffee was brewin',
When he started in screwin',
And he finished at twelve o'clock noon.

[flappo]

'There once was a vampire called mable
whose periods were very unstable
Once every full moon,
She took out a spoon,
And drank herself under the table'

[flappo]

There once was a fellow named Kent
Whose Coleridge was so long that it bent
To save himself trouble
He stuck it in doubled
And instead of cumming... he went

[sylvia73]

Originally posted by flappo
There once was a fellow named Kent
Whose Coleridge was so long that it bent
To save himself trouble
He stuck it in doubled
And instead of cumming... he went
I'm really concerned about you, Flappo. I really am. You may get yourself voted out.

[flappo]

voted out of what ?

any club that would have me as a member , i don't wish to join

[Panamark]

There was a young man from Hosham,
Who took out his balls to Wash em,
His mother said Jack, if you dont put them back,
I'll jump on the fuckers and squash em !!

[Panamark]

There was a young girl from Mitcham,
who was scrathing her snatch in the Kitchen,
Her Mother said Rose, Crabs I suppose ?
She said yeah, the fuckers are itchin !!

[Coyote]

A short one:

I know that from the correct angle of view
I look like a false Roger Daltrey
But looks aside, I plead this of you
don't tell me this ain't fuckin' poetry

[Nickdfresh]

Originally posted by Rikk
I said poetry...not bile.:D

Oh c'mon RIKK! That's poetry in motion, of course, that motion is leaning over into your toilet and vomiting your guts out!:uck:

[pete]

Effervescing Elephant (Barrett)

An Effervescing Elephant
with tiny eyes and great big trunk
once whispered to the tiny ear
the ear of one inferior
that by next June he'd die, oh yeah!
because the tiger would roam.
The little one said: "Oh my goodness I must stay at home!
and every time I hear a growl
I'll know the tiger's on the prowl
and I'll be really safe, you know
the elephant he told me so."
Everyone was nervy, oh yeah!
and the message was spread
to zebra, mongoose, and the dirty hippopotamus
who wallowed in the mud and chewed
his spicy hippo-plankton food
and tended to ignore the word
preferring to survey a herd
of stupid water bison, oh yeah!
And all the jungle took fright,
and ran around for all the day and the night
but all in vain, because, you see,
the tiger came and said: "Who me?!
You know, I wouldn't hurt not one of you.
I'd much prefer something to chew
and you're all to scant." oh yeah!
He ate the Elephant

[Shaun Ponsonby]

Anfield stadium was the venue
And it was a victory for The Pool
We made those bastards from Chelsea
look just like some fools
To the final we go
We could knock down AC
We could murder PSV
It's as easy as could be
The Champions League!
Fuck, how 'bout that, laddy
We could do it
Unlike Chelsea, without a sugar daddy
L-I-V
E-R-P
Double O-L
Liverpool FC

[Jesterstar]

Jesterstar..........How did you Own me........Let me count the ways.

Once

Twice

Three Times Thy Hath Owned me yet the desire to own never fades.

It's dark so Dark in this owned shelter I made for myself.

Hath thou known of a Owning Such as this???

Surely thou be thy Owner grant me the Freedom of a common Slave.

Doth Nay Doth Nay.

Please define thy bitter Wench whom not release thy owned from Thyn SHACKELS...........

Owned...............Owned.




A Dramatic Interpertation of someone BEING OWNED BY JESTERSTAR

AUTHORED BY JESTERSTAR

[Rikk]

You need to do one about being banned by JESTERSTAR now.

[Jesterstar]

A DRAMATIC INTERPERTATION OF BEING BANNED BY JESTERSTAR


"Oh on a Summer Breeze I Dance Cross Thy Air Floating in my Joy,

But what is this..................Banished from my Favorite Toy,

Oh Roth Army show me who has forsaken me........................

Jesterstar..............No...............Jestersta r............Nooooooooo

I hush. I SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !

Doth Thou Sarge Forsaken Me.

JEsterstar Twas never Thine Webmaster but Now............He Banished Thou.

Oh WEap For Sorrow Unto the MORROW. UNTO THE MORROW!!!!!!!!!!!

PERHAPS TIS ALL A DREAM IT SEAMS.................PERHAPS TIS JUST A A LUCID NIGHTMARE.

My Toy of Joy Hath Been STrickith from my Veiw.

I drink this poison..............Because if you were owned by Jesterstar what would do.

[Stillwell]

Originally posted by Jesterstar
A DRAMATIC INTERPERTATION OF BEING BANNED BY JESTERSTAR


"Oh on a Summer Breeze I Dance Cross Thy Air Floating in my Joy,

But what is this..................Banished from my Favorite Toy,

Oh Roth Army show me who has forsaken me........................

Jesterstar..............No...............Jestersta r............Nooooooooo

I hush. I SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !

Doth Thou Sarge Forsaken Me.

JEsterstar Twas never Thine Webmaster but Now............He Banished Thou.

Oh WEap For Sorrow Unto the MORROW. UNTO THE MORROW!!!!!!!!!!!

PERHAPS TIS ALL A DREAM IT SEAMS.................PERHAPS TIS JUST A A LUCID NIGHTMARE.

My Toy of Joy Hath Been STrickith from my Veiw.

I drink this poison..............Because if you were owned by Jesterstar what would do.

Bravo.

[Rikk]

I gotta say, the BANNED poem by JEST made me piss my pants laughing. It was pretty brilliant.:D

[Jesterstar]

I really have some super talent.

[GAR]

Originally posted by Ally_Kat
God of Fire

I am a hung-over, sick mountain,
Acne upon the land.
I am paradise’s Mr. Hyde,
And fireworks at night.
I am the planet’s turkey baster,
A thermometer within the Earth.
I can consume all that I see,
And preserve it throughout time.

GOOD G-d. After all these years you still make me horney!

LETS FUCK

[GAR]

Originally posted by Northern Girl
your flicking tongue lights my fire
your skills surpass all I desire
sensations running head to toe
my sweet juice begins to flow
touch me, taste me, as you please
my swollen pearl is yours to tease
you can sense just what I need
my climax building as you feed
ecstasy comes with rapid pace
my wetness dripping down your face

dripping with juice, throbbing with lust
another taste of you is a must
you feel so hard in my grip
I touch my tongue to your tip
to take it all, I open wide
in and out, I let it slide
anticipation at its peak
our final pleasure now we seek

I straddle you to take a wild ride
your pulsing thrusts push deep inside
you feel so good as in a dream
driving hard and deep until I scream
your throbbing’s intense, I feel inside
the bittersweet end of the ride
I quake again as you release
my crashing waves do not cease
you fill me with your streaming jet
here at last, our climax met

Goodness! I bet you'd have made a grate Milkmaid.

This is talent.

[GAR]

Ally_cat I'm going to have to evict you from my heart to pursue another Fewl in your stead - NorthernGirl.

She has surpassed you in lunacy. Sorry bout that.

[Jesterstar]

Oh so you guys like Sex poems???

Here is one about the JESTERSTAR SEX-SPIRENCE.


Midgets Swing From Bungee Cords Freely as you lay tied up and Oiled,
You don't know that your going to get out alive or deep fried and boiled,
The sound of Carnival Music Fills the Air as a Nightmare comes to be in Reality,
Penguins on Stilts and Bears on Unicycles come around your gravity,
The Fear Rises to a fevered pitch and then you notice the Submarine style Hatch to your Right,
The door opens and from there is exsposed your host for the night,
It's JESTERSTAR the Blender of Vagina's,
And when Jester gets done you'll wish noone would find ya,
For the Next 7 hours your drilled and poked and beaten with Midgets,
I mean time you fell in love and now your giving JESTERSTAR you bank account Digits,
Then you Orgazm like Niagara Falls,
Jesterstar is a true pimp makes you paint over the female cum stain all over his walls.

[pete]

Originally posted by Jesterstar
Jesterstar..........How did you Own me........Let me count the ways.

Once

Twice

Three Times Thy Hath Owned me yet the desire to own never fades.

It's dark so Dark in this owned shelter I made for myself.

Hath thou known of a Owning Such as this???

Surely thou be thy Owner grant me the Freedom of a common Slave.

Doth Nay Doth Nay.

Please define thy bitter Wench whom not release thy owned from Thyn SHACKELS...........

Owned...............Owned.




A Dramatic Interpertation of someone BEING OWNED BY JESTERSTAR

AUTHORED BY JESTERSTAR

Oh God that is too funnnny

[Rikk]

And I know
It will be
An easy ride, all right
And I know
It will be
Easy ride, ok

The mask that you wore
My fingers would explore
Costume of control
Excitement soon unfolds

And I know
It will be
Easy ride, yeah
Joy, for vaguely
Which' your pride
Which' your pride, yeah

Black polished stone
Black polished stone
I see your eyes
Like burnin' glass
Like burnin' glass
Hear you smile, smile, babe

The mask that you wore
My fingers would explore
Costume of control
Excitement soon unfolds, hey

Easy, baby

Call the queen, now
Be my bride
Ragin' darkness
By my side
Seize the summer
In your pride
Take the winter
In your stride

[Dan]

There once was a young man from Newcastle
who wrapped up a shit in a parcel
he sent it by train with a note to explain
that it came from his grandmas asshole

[Dan]

Originally posted by Rikk
There was an old salesman from Greece.
His wife always had to lie beneath.
He went and got pussy,
cuz he was so damn fussy,
'til she shot off his dick with a piece.

Rikk,that's a bad one.

[Rikk]

:)

[Shaun Ponsonby]

Our little dog is 6 years old
And as smart as any damn kid
But when you mention the V-E-T
He almost flips his lid
Words like S-H-O-T...shot
Or W-O-R-M...worm
These are words that make him
S-Q-U-I-R-M...squirm
His Q-U-A-R-A-N-T-I-N-E starts today
Because he bit the V-E-T
And then he ran away
He caused me and my wife to have a big fight
And then both of them bit me
And that is why I'm going to get a D-I-V-O-R-C-E
She shouted "Get him, Rover"
And he jumped over and bit my L-E-G
She sank her teeth in my A-S-S
And called me an F'in' C
And I'm telling you, that was my cue to get O-F-F...ski
And I'm going out on the town tonight
To get a new B-I-R-D
His Q-U-A-R-A-N-T-I-N-E starts today
Soon my wife and my little dog will be all away
That's why I spell out all of these words
So as my dog can't hear
I must admit, that dog is acting Q-U-E-R...queer

[FasterPussycat]

This is one of my handful inspiration pieces or poetries that like.

You Are A Child of God… By Nelson Mandela.

Our deepest feat is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves: Who am I to be brilliant, Gorgeous, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn’t serve the world.
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people
won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.


It’s not just in some of us; It’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.





BTW, FasterPussyCat will be going away for about a week and a half.

I would miss you all terribly.
I want to mention that so some of you who have infatuated with me think that your affections have scared me off.
See you then!
Rock on Boys and Girls..

[flappo]

wtf's that with your sig ?

you a homo ??

[FasterPussycat]

Originally posted by flappo
wtf's that with your sig ?

you a homo ??

No, I am not a homo nor homophobic.
I am a girl who happens to like hot, lean Bod of dudes… That’s all.

[flappo]

of course you are

[FasterPussycat]

I like this one so much, let me run one more time…


You Are A Child of God… By Nelson Mandela.

Our deepest feat is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves: Who am I to be brilliant, Gorgeous, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn’t serve the world.
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people
won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.


It’s not just in some of us; It’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.


Shut da fuck up, you racist bitch.
I will be very busy next few weeks, I will deal with you punk ass then. I just like to mention that so you scumbag, racist bitch, and the worst of worst human kind think that you have annoyed me off from this board.


Stop bluffing, you dick sucking, punk ass, KKK wanabi bitch.
You don’t get paid to be moderators here, if you do probably not that much.
Just shut da fuck up, and go choke on your own vomit.
Oh yeh, like you have a boy friend you bitch.
I seriously doubt you that you punk ass, racist bitch have neither a girl friend nor boy friend. Yes sure, behind this cyber wall, you can pretend as much as you like. You are one miserable cock-sucking bitch… that’s your reality, punk.

BTW, FasterPussyCat will be going away for about a week and a half.

I would miss you all terribly.
I want to mention that so some of you who have infatuated with me think that your affections have scared me off.
See you then!
Rock on Boys and Girls..

[FasterPussycat]

Another one of my favorites..

A Sonnet of the Moon

LOOK how the pale queen of the silent night
Doth cause the ocean to attend upon her,
And he, as long as she is in his sight,
With her full tide is ready her to honor.
But when the silver waggon of the moon
Is mounted up so high he cannot follow,
The sea calls home his crystal waves to moan,
And with low ebb doth manifest his sorrow.
So you that are the sovereign of my heart
Have all my joys attending on your will;
My joys low-ebbing when you do depart,
When you return their tide my heart doth fill.
So as you come and as you do depart,
Joys ebb and flow within my tender heart.


Charles Best

[FasterPussycat]

And another....

Beautiful one..


Lovers and a Reflection


IN moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter
(And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;
Meaning, however, is no great matter)
Where woods are a-tremble with words a-tween.
Thro' God's own heather we wonned together,
I and my Willie (O love my love):
I need hardly remark it was glorious weather,
And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;
Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,
(Boats in that climate are so polite,)
And sands were a ribbon of green endowing,
And O the sun-dazzle on bark and bight!
Thro' the rare red heather we danced together
(O love my Willie,) and smelt for flowers:
I must mention again it was glorious weather,
Rhymes are so scarce in this world of ours:
By rises that flushed with their purple favors,
Thro' becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,
We walked or waded, we two young shavers,
Thanking our stars we were both so green.
We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,
In fortunate parallels! Butterflies,
Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly
Or marjoram, kept making peacock eyes:
Song-birds darted about, some inky
As coal, some snowy (I ween) as curds;
Or rosy as pinks, or as roses pinky--
They reck of no eerie To-come, those birds!
But they skim over bents which the mill-stream washes,
Or hang in the lift 'neath a white cloud's hem;
They need no parasols, no goloshes;
And good Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.
Then we thrid God's cowslips (as erst His heather),
That endowed the wan grass with their golden blooms;
And snapt--(it was perfectly charming weather)--
Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:
And Willie 'gan sing--(Oh, his notes were fluty;
Wafts fluttered them out to the white-winged sea)--
Something made up of rhymes that have done much duty,
Rhymes (better to put it) of "ancientry":
Bowers of flowers encountered showers
In William's carol--(O love my Willie!)
Then he bade sorrow borrow from blithe tomorrow
I quite forget what--say a daffodilly.
A nest in a hollow, "with buds to follow,"
I think occurred next in his nimble strain;
And clay that was "kneaden" of course in "Eden"--
A rhyme most novel I do maintain:
Mists, bones, the singer himself, love-stories,
And all least furlable things got "furled";
Not with any design to conceal their glories,
But simply and solely to rhyme with "world."
O if "billows" and "pillows" and "hours" and "flowers,"
And all the brave rhymes of an elder day,
Could be furled together, this genial weather,
And carted or carried on wafts away,
Nor ever again trotted out--ah me!
How much fewer volumes of verse there'd be.


Charles S. Calverley

[flappo]

yawn yawn
more porn

[Ally_Kat]

Originally posted by FasterPussycat
No, I am not a homo nor homophobic.
I am a girl who happens to like hot, lean Bod of dudes… That’s all.

anyway to at least make the second pic smaller, seeing how it stretches the board margins?

[Shaun Ponsonby]

That sig will get banned.

[Rikk]

LAmerica
Cold treatment of our empress
LAmerica
The Transient Universe
LAmerica
Instant communion and
communication
lamerica
emeralds in glass
lamerica
searchlights at twi-light
lamerica
stoned streets in the pale dawn
lamerica
robed in exile
lamerica
swift beat of a proud heart
lamerica
eyes like twenty
lamerica
swift dream
lamerica
frozen heart
lamerica
soldiers doom
lamerica
clouds & struggles
lamerica
Nighthawk
doomed from the start
lamerica
"That's how I met her,
lamerica
lonely and frozen
lamerica
& sullen, yes
lamerica
right from the start"

Then stop.
Go.
The wilderness between.
Go round the march.

http://www.americanlegends.com/morrison/images/jdm_still.jpg

[scottydabodi]

This is a poem by Heidenreich, I mean ScottyTheBody!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
now give a b.j.
Thank you.

[Shaun Ponsonby]

Hello, Scottydabodi, where have you been recently?

Have you been enjoying your current state of largness with your spatulas?

[Jesterstar]

Jesterstar Sure he's the Gratest,
Jelousy from the haters who's sisters I dated,
They sucked and Filated and Licked and Took Anal,
Then Take the Massive load down their Throat canal,
Oh Jesterstar will Fuck all the Haters Sisters,
He'll fuck them and fuck them till their vagina's get blisters,
But i will catch that man who plans to dress as a drag queen,
No I will not let you have my cock Loungemachine.

[The Scatologist]

Hi my name is Scat and I like to Poo

I like to feed my cats my own Doo Doo

I like to give my feces

To other species


And my own species too!


I like to make a Poop

Then tie it into a loop

Then wear it like a hat

Would you like to give my head a pat pat?


You'll never believe this one time, What without knowing this one guy ate

Would you believe that he actually ate my defecate?

But now i'm notorious and everybody's heard

About me and my infamous Turds!


So i'm gonna make a rap

About taking a Crap

Cause when I talk about Shit

It's always a hit!

So always make sure you don't mess with me and mah Dirt!

Or someone'e gonna get some hurts!

*insert some shitty bass riff here*

[The Scatologist]

Some Visuals to go along with it......


http://www.rotharmy.com/forums/attachment.php?s=&postid=547117

[Shaun Ponsonby]

Originally posted by Jesterstar
Jesterstar Sure ain't the Gratest,
People think I'm great, but I am severly overrated,
I suck and Filate and Lick and Take Anal,
Then Take the Massive load down my Throat canal,
Oh Jesterstar gets Fucked by all the Haters Sisters,
They fuck me and fuck me till my vagina gets blisters,
But i will rape that man who plans to dress as a drag queen,
Of course you can have my cock Loungemachine.

He doesn't want it.

JESTERSTAR=HUNGRY FOR THE COCK

[HELLVIS]

Girls fart too......
really!

[HELLVIS]

That poem may be short, but it paints a picture. Doncha think?

[tjvhou812]

Once their was a girl named dot
she lived off of pig shit and snot
when she ran out of these
she ate some green cheese
and licked the edges of her twat

[Rikk]

Talkin' 'bout the sad sadistic broom-a-Hilda Lazarus on burning coals,
this is your lasting goal to face the music, look away and peal the soul.

Superfly, super roster.
NFL, this ain't a coaster.

Bitchin'.

[Shaun Ponsonby]

This is a thread I shall bump
It is not one I will hump
Just as it's bumped, I will sing
"Ring ding dong, ding-a-ling-a-ling"