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Category Archives: Poems (Some Silly)
Ursula aka Junior Ursula, well-formed and sleek Sensuously rounded Strong limbed in muscle and bone, coordination finely honed Silken hair glossy black, thick down her back Eyes liquid pools, deep, hot and inviting yet cool Swift and supple, dextrous and … Continue reading
Come on, DuckieAnother new dayBut no time to playIt’s your turn to work[While your siblings lurk]To earn us a crustTo feed us you mustFor such a cutieThose humans are suckers to feed
Mary, haunter of the local dairyWas a lassie to be waryTill, oops, she forgot to open her eyesThen Eerie Mary dies 24 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Eerie
I live on an island, I can’t deny.And it’s easily bigger than a giant’s eye.Gigantic trees grow thereTaller than a moss-treeEasily taller than that by three.In springtime they sproutBy summer they’re full outTheir feathery frondsSheltering all aroundBut those feathery frondsAlso … Continue reading
A lively sprite, she was enchantingErotically tauntingUnmistakeably hauntingWith her gossamer wingsAnd her silken thingsAs she flitted over rivers and streamsAs she rustled the rusty leaves of autumnAs knowingly, flauntingAs painfully wantingAs careless and carefree, lacking cautionAs for a mate she … Continue reading
Drifting alongI’ve lost my songI fell from a birdNow I’ll never be heardWhere are I going?Where does the stream take me?To new life, to death?To a reconnection?No, my bird is goneNow never no song
Wayward! Wayward? That’s what they said.Wayward, because I wouldn’t follow where they led.Wayward, because I took a different route.Wayward, as if I were a woodland brute.Wayward, because I walked a different way.Wayward! And now I wait for break of dayWhen … Continue reading
This man, what can I say?Colliding on the internetsuch is the common waysent me pics.Uncanny likeness:Man from UncleSapphire and Steel.Can this be real?But I’ve no doubtA Scotsman’s genes will out 39 words for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Uncanny
Mercy was her nameTo the door she cameA nurse, she wore a maskThe look she gave me, I was scared to askIn truth, I didn’t dareDoes Stephen King still live here?