pearls drip from mushroom
lovely necklace for her work
she wears it to church
lost in thought I sit
now beside her in the pew
glazed look on my face
by NaCl of The Regal Beagle
the cloven hoof was
about power, jackboots and
such was Hitler kids...
so the stones came up
the tower built up on blood
and iron and so
the thunder came down
and the swastika fell
the falling tower
by Moxie
I laughed and you looked
down at your shirt and dribbled
some homemade ice cream
by Betty LeBomb
leyton's got the legs
sampras says he's got the legs
of an old man now
young gun yanked the prize
pistol whipped poor pete
looked cataleptic
by mellie
A few years older,
much, much colder, they do behold her,
For whom they sigh!
by Anonymous Poet
anaerobic reek
much sweeter than reeking buns
possibly the same
by mellie
noise coming from throat
slut has opened hers so wide
his lust gushes in
by mellie
feculent worm doo
writhing recycling maelstrom
anaerobic reek
by ash
the lone haikuist
if there be no more haiku
who won't read them then
by ash
trying's not so hard
but achieving sure can be
better give up then
by ash
intoxication
from under the influence
to over the top
by ash
take my breath away
and bring me back another
to do it again
by ash
open wide our throats
choruses of lust rising
harmoniously
by ash
............a night's solitude
where the palm trees' acorns fall
...............on the patio
by ronin@thelast15poemsarereallycool.irereadandrereadthesameand feedonit
I wear no collar
naturally I submit
O Master O Sir
by mellie
stick out your wet tongue
......in total sublimity
..rinse my oysters clean
by ronin@itwasacodesillynottobetakenliterally
kneel down dear mellie
.in sweet adoration and
.open wide your mouth
by ronin@quitehorny
On a rotting sill
Lay a wilted wrapper (death)
IN a stolen box
by Dr. Claw
On a rotting sill
Lay a wilted wrapper (death)
IN a stolen box
by Dr. Claw
when people ask me
about this black eye, I'll say
"rough sex with mellie"
by scott (never said i was a gentleman)
How many more times
Must I tell you about the
Rule of cleaning up?
I have found my haven
Amoungst these courageous souls
Who post quality
by Wondermouth the Loud
Tossing in the night
Cannot rid you from my mind
What a dream I had!
by Wondermouth
XP is installed
Seems to be going ok
It hasn't crashed yet
by Janis
that sounds really mean
because I'm always inclined
to be generous
by mellie, don't know what happened there oops!
by mel,oh come on now, I know it is bad!
I'll handle what's mine
and I might handle what's yours
if I felt inclined
by mellie
....let me travel west
into the lands of the blest
....for a place to rest
by ronin@realmenwearkilts
Stars have all blown out,
like small lanterns in the trees.
Dark night settles in.
Magnolias hold out
tiny flames. Day draws nearer ----
so do what you can.
by k_against_nothing_for_a_briefwhile
starry. dusk lingers
down the valley, a lofty
view, holds back the night
by Anonymous Poet
Fog rolls in again.
The ocean heaves against us
in rebellion.
by k_against_nothing_for_a_briefwhile
I take long grains of
rice and feed them to the moon.
I am still hungry.
by k_against_nothing_for_a_briefwhile of MoonMadness
...but if this is just
a dream of a butterfly
then why all the fuss?
by scott (sting like a bee)
(in reference to those
who steal another's good name
we've seen where that leads)
by scott (setting myself up for abuse)
multiple mellies?
the reeking buns of angels
wrapped in filthy kilts
by scott
while musicians set
up drum sets for their set say,
quiet on the set
(okay, that was geeky)
by Betty LeBomb of pendantic's-ville
Has set the house fly
towards quick setting cement
that won't set him free
by Betty LeBomb of pendantic's-ville
My setting the set
on the telvision set
that was set on three
by Betty LeBomb of pendantic's-ville
Discontinuity
One yesterday was before
Tomorrow | Today
Tomorrow going
Into today, passing as
Ever yesterday
by ComiCat of Jerzey
perfect nine iron
tracing a ballistic line
hammering the green
by ash
God, how can this be?
My hopes and dreams have vanished...
I've got third shift blues...
by SuperDave
At this moment of
surrender, darling if you
care, don't touch me there
by SuperDave
whoever wrote them
you made me sigh a wee bit
I'll take the low road
love gnawing gristle
and chewing old bones Jock
I can be a bitch
by mellie, 13506 13507 are not mine
nymphomaniac,
mastrubating with lightbulb...
watts got into her??
by Anonymous Poet
she was a lonely
fisherman's daughter, when she
saw my rod she reeled
triple entendre or more? rod could be gun, penis , an antique flyrod or a car I guess
by fishy..fishy...fishy
the insomniac
dyslexic, agnostic lay
awake wondering........
by Is There A Dog ????
i don't wear a kilt
though i'll think better of it now
my bag pipe needs wind
by ap
or is it the thrill,
while climbing a hill, of sharp
tickle of thistle?
by mellie
scotsmen wear kilts for
the whistle, of wind round their
bollocks and gristle
by mellie
