Re: Poetry please.

Please forgive me for not arriving sooner.
What wonderful work and I love them.
Keep them coming as it is nice to have something special to read.

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miss silver tabby you can sit on my knee anytime -[see I said it before you did RJ so get in the queue.

yes back to ST - yes sit on me knee and purr away and write ya poems - I'll check punctuation


There once [is] was a nice silver tabby
Her poetry sublime and all savvy
Had a beautiful purr and often sat on the stair
Oh I wish she would sit on my xxxxxxxxxxx

I think RJ and I should take care
Of Miss Tabby and her silver ware
She just glistens in sunlight
And glows in the moon
Oh my god RJ I’m goin to swoon!

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hello sweetie pie
you been rolling in rye?
you look superbly dressed for a frolic
I wish you could swirls on that avatar there
I'd be holding RJ back like a girl!!

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RJ I am having fun here with the girls but what about leisurely scribbles??

why don't we ask them to join us there too??

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this is for all the ladies here - some of the lads may have heard it beneath but were so frightened by it their speech was frozen for months!!


old Sages

I must have reached the biblical score
When she walked through that sparkling door
She looked and smiled and I smiled back
It was then I knew I had been ‘hacked’

She asked me if we’d met before
And I fell hook, line, sinker on the floor
I offered her champagne on ice
With tears she said ‘ you’re very nice’

The room just vanished in a haze
I’d become a man half crazed – half crazed
We talked of places we’d both seen
Yet had never met through lovers screen

We lightly dined and talked so briefly
And then she said so very neatly
‘I think it’s time to talk some more
Perhaps behind a firm closed door?’

I gulped and thought this can’t be true
As we stepped in the ‘rising box’
She gently nuzzled up real close
And I could hear the ‘time bomb’ clock


The key seemed to appear as from nowhere
And it wasn’t in my hand for sure
There was a rose scented glow that built up from real slow
And I knew that I was through heavens door

She beckoned me sit on the chaise lounge
As she poured out more champagne on ice
Then she pushed me real slow and I went with the flow
And lay back thinking this could be nice!

I must have closed both my eyes for a minute
But it seemed hours had passed
When I came to I was nude and felt that was plain rude
To continue without being asked!

But as she hovered around and behind me
Her eyes had a way of making small talk
Then she said time for bed, and like a lamb I was led
To the slaughter I was religiously brought
I lay on the bed like the 'bismark'
all sails had been fully unfurled
as I prepared to up anchor, she said " oh what a w....r"
and flew atop of me with an 'albatross whirl'

I confess I have tried may positions
but never an 'albatross whirl'
her arms turned to wings-I could hear angels sing
as she nibbled my neck - what a girl

she purred "be still my darling -I'll fix you"
soon get back the wind in ya sails
I must truly confess I was not feeling my best
and my reasoning power had failed

and then if struck by some lightning
a thunderbolt pursed through my veins
my eyeballs did spin - I felt like 'heavenly sin'
I thought is this pleasure or pain?

I closed up my eyes in exhaustion
it seemed for a minute or two
but when I awoke the morning had broke
and the 'albatross' flown the coup

© gumbud

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Thank you for the poems
I am touched by them all
I better not do some swirling
As I would likely fall
I am such a dizzy blonde
Who rushes to and fro
Watch out, as I fly around
You're warned, so now you know
No time to write as you all do
I'll be back to read them now
For now, I'll flutter off again toodle-oo

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Deleted, deleted, where has it gone
Maybe a poem, or even a song

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Forgotten Library

There, on shelves lie never read,
Novelists and children's books,
Forgotten poets now long dead,
In this room where no one looks.

Comfy chairs, an open fire,
Peaceful quietness, cold within,
The place they once went to retire,
Has only lonely ghosts of kin.

Adults have no time to read,
Children, have the net, you see,
It's sad they haven't got the need,
This room, it craves their company.

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Autumn Night.

The air is still above the field
A hunters moon hangs in the sky
The harvest's safely gathered yields
Are now stored in the barn to dry.
I stand amongst the stubbles sheath
Gazing across at the field beyond
A pale shadow flitting in relief
The barn owl is quartering, ghostly and blonde.

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Very good Tiff, you have a great talent