Poetry Corner

[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.