Tag: writers
member name: Spencer T.
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January 22, 2006 03:54 PM EST --
I need you to touch my soul
make mad passionate poetry to me.
Whisk my mind to a world of bliss
the writer's land of aristocracy.
Take that pen in hand
Wildly flowing from within
Create from the depth . . . more
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December 29, 2005 10:33 PM EST --
A circular dominion
flaying within its bounds.
Senses all scattered
mind in frayed rounds.
Scintillating fantasies,
swirling convolution,
the tornadic spin
an epic evolution.
Sensual pleasures
striking . . . more
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December 29, 2005 10:56 PM EST --
I float on clouds of joy while waving at the sun
chatter with moonbeams 'fore the night is done
and when "they" ask me to explain my heart
I can only tell them "love" is my favorite . . . more
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December 31, 2005 03:45 AM EST --
You hath spun my heart into orbit
unmercifully satiated enchantment;
touched with flavor of the ripest of berries,
encased my soul in the richness of
indescribable rhythmic flutters
to birth . . . more
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December 28, 2005 07:20 PM EST --
If but for one night
we could share the tide
while strolling the beach
holding hands, side by side.
With moonlight softly lain
spreading a glow in our path
our hearts dying to share
all which holds . . . more
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December 29, 2005 10:47 PM EST --
Serenity chinks my soul
as you touch my heart
Ecstatic murmurings
hang like a burst of art.
Vaporized sensualness
strains the erotic walls.
Limitless out pourings
like cascading waterfalls.
Pleasure . . . more
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January 01, 2006 04:30 PM EST --
Lately round midnight
I awake from a fitful sleep
mostly nearly awake
never get off real deep.
When I tire of the tossin
I get up and make some tea
then start thinking bout ...
well, there really . . . more
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January 01, 2006 04:38 PM EST --
Ah naturale or permed
braids, pony tail or tails
the view from my vantage
nothing but colorful sails.
A breezy fresh wind
blowing over my way
adds a bit of umph
to a normally dull day.
In morning's . . . more
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January 06, 2006 09:06 PM EST --
In our fragil ponderings
we oft get carried away.
Candid emotions spill
checking not what we say.
With all do selfish dreams
awakened by the slightest touch.
Shadowing all our senses
from what we've . . . more
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December 29, 2005 10:05 PM EST --
I opened my closet
sorries came tumbling out.
Too many stored for years
there just aint no doubt.
They push against the walls
and bulge the closet door.
Don't think there's a spot
to store . . . more
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December 31, 2005 03:14 AM EST --
Oh, blossoms of sweet scented thought;
as I stand amidst this brilliance
of Spring, you burst from the hide
A tempting foray of luscious hues.
The blue jay tweeting its' song
while the robin pulls . . . more
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