C.C.

Stolen Why have I just woven this? Pray that I can still resist the silky torment of your hair the feelings that you wish to share. This is my night, and so I cling to feelings of that offering. I dare not search for if I do I tremble for the feel of you. In this sweet weave I seek for less Your... Sign in to see full entry.

Pillow talk sort of. She Can you remember when you stroked my thigh? And it reminded you of your sheep’s skin coat And you wrote some love poetry that I said brought lumps unto my throat. He No, is the water bottle warm I think you have had it long enough Once you did have a sweet form But I can’t... Sign in to see full entry.

Fred and Dot. She What would you really take from me If I said I would agree? Reply I would steal the mischief in your eyes I would steal the love that never dies. I would steal the bloom upon your cheek And little things that really are unique I would steal the gloss upon your hair I would steal... Sign in to see full entry.

Emma. In the world of thought they met She just wanted to forget Just for a while although she cried She still could feel her warmth inside. Surely, was it wrong to seek A gentle kiss upon her cheek. The arms that held her as she sighed and felt sweet ripples override. Her aching heart, is life so... Sign in to see full entry.

Silver Land I took his wasteland. No! It was given, shared out to many. Given as slices of invoked thought. It needed a keeper I watched the birth of myself,. I shook the waste land as though it were a carpet and re-laid it with silver. I filled it with dreams that should have passed; I moved to the... Sign in to see full entry.

Blackbird. nesting Blackbird on the greenhouse shelf If it could think just for itself. It must feel nice to sit beneath a sunny roof and watch the leaf flutter in the cold spring breeze to nestle down and feel at ease. To just pop out to someone’s call Cat pellets scatter as they fall It really... Sign in to see full entry.

Next Meeting She I didn’t really want to come But I could always thump you one Don’t mess about I cannot wait Don’t even think this a date. Reply I wouldn’t even think of it You really have exceptional wit. But you might have to hold my hand a little tighter than you planned. She Oh, come on. show... Sign in to see full entry.

She Hey Buster you were rude to me Perusing through my poetry I have met types like you before Oh, don’t start kneeling on the floor Reply I was doing up my lace. Sorry do I know your face? Perhaps once in a misty dream Is your nightdress pink and cream? I may have left a rose or two It would be the... Sign in to see full entry.

She Somehow I think that I must say I wrote this poem yesterday. I will just try to say you see That it really is not me. Reply Yes I read it and I know That you are as white as snow Your gentle lips are cherry red. I just believe all that you said. Within your arms you did persist On penalties one... Sign in to see full entry.

A contrite mud digger. What’s the matter with you buddy. Can’t you see I’m wet and muddy? And I am not going to move It opens up each tiny groove If I smile it’s sure to crack I have the ashes and a sack. Perhaps a grimace could repair The little softness that is there But I wouldn’t bet on that Mud... Sign in to see full entry.