Milkmaid Yes, she was a heart breaker, her bosom a dream. She had a pink jewel it nestled in cream. From a chain round her neck, the lads told me so I watched for it swinging when she bended low. It was in a time when the field were all green She was the first pretty woman that I'd ever seen. I... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
A poem to a lady. Of course it is easy to go back in time if one can slip through dream ways. I often do this when it is a dull day, a form of lubrication eases one through Usually I go back too far and get into trouble in the good old days. So today I thought just for a kind of enjoyable thrill, I... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 4, 2013
She Mist.
I should not have come down here, but I knew I would so I walk down the path, I search for the glow. So proud is the she- mist, I know I must speak to the stars in her eyes and the pink on each cheek. Such flimsy attire, warmth arises and brings a mounding and whispers of beautiful things. It is... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Scoring Miss Ada Brown when you came back to town I wished I was as cute as Apollo When you passed me by and gave me a frown I could not speak one word or swallow. I know I tried madly to do what it takes. I am not really proud of my motive I bribed you with chocolate and sugary cakes I wondered... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Self-image I try desperately to hold your love in meaningful clusters. Surround you with roses and soft warm whispers Events flow on and do not bind me to the warmth I suggest. I follow and wonder if this is all that is left of happiness Perhaps I have sins buried within time or was not wise. I... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
A rewrite
Book lover. I entered the shop before I could stop I asked for a book on the shelf It was quite high, with a smile that was wry I said it is not for oneself. Just for an instant the shop assistant looked in disbelief. But she slid like an adder up the stepladder I felt like a literary thief. As she... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I am only a program. Hello I thought you would not ask I am programmed for this task, I am a quite loving but you see I am programmed for modesty. I click on at ten past two I know what I have got to do Check a million words to find Some one with a small behind. That does not seem quite right to me... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Witches were drowned in England once lest we forget. Beware I am she who would steal your senses for you are strangers. The word is out, the world turns darker in my mind, it is danger. They look at me and call, what is that name it burns somehow. My hand trembles for it is the way they often treat... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
You say you have the golden key. I have been told that times before. Why would you dream of telling me. You own castles in the air I'm sure. I have seen these keys with chains The key safely hides against your breasts. The thought of taking it remains harder than one first suggests. Your love will... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Sunshine What a long chin you have today Something has taken your jawbone away. Little lips; hide in a crease I search for one original piece. It feels so cold the warmth just goes You are pure ice from nose to toes. You seem so large; I'll make guess Just half of you is in that dress. You just look... Sign in to see full entry.