POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Monsieur Quixote, your words never fail to warm this heart o mine I assure you. Bonjour mon ami.

[DonQuixote]

Bonjour, Monsieur Shiz Tzu.
Merci.

[ShihTzuTylenol]

My horoscope says it would be a good day to write poetry and work on my golf swing.

I don't golf, but I've already knocked out two Limericks and a haiku this morning. I'm on a roll!

[DonQuixote]

Best Friends Play Hard,
They Really Do,
And our Good Friend, Neil,
Has a pair of stories for you.

Marty and Kevin were boyhood chums,
But Kevin's dad and brother were real bums,
They up and moved the three of them at once
Till Kevin felt the only thing left was to join his mum's.

Well, a loud cry rang out from Neil's frantic fans,
And decried the original ending, they put out their passionate bans,
So Neil listened to our furtive pleas,
And rewrote the story about this pair of mans.

And after a hiatus of over a year,
Our Good Friend, Neil, has given up cause to raise a beer,
To toast his return from pain and no gain,
For he has brought back Marty and Kevin's story that we hold so dear.

So, I invite you to search out and read for perhaps the first time,
The original tale, so powerful and tragic, says the mime,
And then, after shedding a tear or two,
I invite you to explore the same title, "Redux"

Original: http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=89842

Redux: http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=223284

[Ambrocious]

PARABLE 001



The day has overgrown it's steps as the woods began their journey into caves made of cloth.

I asked you this question yet I was told a lie in response to the rain which halted our minds for moments of bliss.

Return now to the realm where our daily lives show us our past and ask yourself who has remained true and loyal to your heart.

Deny the starting point which has ended your dreams and pick up a new history which has been buried from your view that eyes cannot see yet minds cannot behold.

Always remember to bring your hat when the rain falls on you from on high; it starts with a wobble of faith and turns into a sizzle of grimacing faces that catch your balance, day in and day out.

Have you lost the ship of gifts that sailed into your port of thoughts? Disband your hatred for the one who see's you as a monster and your love will shine like the sun when the branches whisper to you in the weeks to come.

Never underestimate the companion of that which you do not see; always compensate for loss with filling and have hope instead of doubt to accomplish the rays of time.

Bountiful laughs create shards of memories which waft in and out of time which brings forth life that can heal a wounded foe and turn him to a friend who will no longer beguile your trust.

[DonQuixote]

Ambrocious,
Thank you for your thought provoking addition to the Poetry thread.
It's all too easy to get down in the dumps in our less than soaring economic times.

I know you've been on your own, personal journey. We've PM'd here and there.

I wasn't sure where your parable was going at first - it was fairly dark.
But then, the light started to shine from underneath the bushel basket.

I'm hoping this month is like that- the Sun shines brightly, showing us the way.

[EasyRory]

I love this thread.

Congrats to those who chose to write within the shackles of rhyme and meter. I think it's much harder.

I have rated it excellent as a thanks to all posters.

[Lefty]

Open up that cold cold heart

Give love a chance to start

If it has never been abused

Then it's never been used

Step out and take the chance

Give care and love time to enhance

A heart broken can be mended

Life for it has not yet ended

Care feel and learn to be

That will set you truly free

The heart that goes unused

Thats the one that is abused

Give love a chance to start.

Open up that cold cold heart



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Not one fucking nasty word or
dirty act in the whole damn thing
Going clean is a bitch

[DonQuixote]

Hi, Rory.
Your story is pretty good, too.

I'm a hack
but I try the tack
and I keep coming back
to see what's been pulled from the sack.

Your verse, while not in rhyme,
does require a bit of time
to put flesh to bone
not mere echoes from stone.

Your cast does roam
along the sea foam
from North to South
and to Mexico's mouth.

Eric is a boy turned man
whose life circumstances took a bit of a pan,
but his bootstraps he did cinch,
and of some salt he took a pinch,

to change his fortunes yet remain true
to his friends and his values he did sue.
and as a mensch he has no peer,
nor does he show to adversity, fear.

I've enjoyed your tale, so resolute
If I could, I'd play the flute
and give raise
to sound your praise.

[writerman45]

His tight shorts
Ride up the cleft of his bum
His fat nuts
Look heavy laden with cum
His bedroom eyes
Provoke a million desires
And when he smiles at me
I am lost, I have to give in
Ready to drown in a sea of semen
That he gives up so readily
I coat a sensitive nipple
In a few drops of my favourite tipple
And nurse until the cows come home
What joy it is to get him alone

He turns on his belly and pleads
For me to give him what he needs
I part his peachy smooth cheeks
And marvel at the beauty of his pucker
Then give it a quick kiss before
I plunge in, I am a lucky fucker
Oh the heat of his hole!
This joyous slippery ride
To ecstasy and beyond
As spent, we lie side by side

[DonQuixote]

Lefty,
My dear dear Lefty,
We ain't no saints,
but from your pallet of words
colourful pictures youse paints.

What would life be,
if all our tomes were tame,
we'd all be bored out of our gourds,
and that would get pretty lame.

So, while we don't want to you to rant
nor always rave,
your bit of spice we do crave.
We don't want the mods to show you their pants.

[Lefty]

OK Cuzin Dawn

Butt didjer lak it?

House about dissin....
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The Jizz it was sticky and white

it shot forth with volume and might

But when it hit me in the eye

it made me fall down and made me cry.

or

The dick was long the hole was deep

A virgin was laying there half awake

The prize was mine make no mistake

And for the kids very very first time

That bell I would have to chime

And with joy we would weep.

or
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OH MY GOD NO

sorry...at my age I can't come more than twice without a break

Catch you on the flip-flop

[DonQuixote]

Yes, Dear Lefty,
I liked it.
I just wanted you to know
that we love you,
any old ho'
(A little literary license on that one?! lol)

[DonQuixote]

Writerman45,
Welcome to JUB and the Story Board.
Thanks for sharing your erotic poetry with us!

You almost got lost in our boyful banter - we don't want that to happen.
We might not aspire to become Robbie Frost,
or Lord Byron,
but we enjoy our musings, serious and silly.
I hope to see you post more poetry or, perchance prose.

Check out all the great stories our illustrious authors have prepared for us.

[ShihTzuTylenol]

any old ho'
(A little literary license on that one?! lol)

Literary license and registration please.
You know how meow fast you were going meow?

Sixty three...



"I'll pistol whip the next person that says shenanigans, I swear to God!"
__________________________________
"storied Windows richly dight/Casting a dim religious light"
_____________John Milton

[DonQuixote]

Butt, butt, I swear I wasn't speeding, ociffer!

[ShihTzuTylenol]

LITERARY LICENSE and registration, please.
And the speed limit is sixty five...

[ShihTzuTylenol]

OK Cuzin Dawn

Butt didjer lak it?

House about dissin....
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The Jizz it was sticky and white

it shot forth with volume and might

But when it hit me in the eye

it made me fall down and made me cry.

or

The dick was long the hole was deep

A virgin was laying there half awake

The prize was mine make no mistake

And for the kids very very first time

That bell I would have to chime

And with joy we would weep.

or
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OH MY GOD NO

sorry...at my age I can't come more than twice without a break

Catch you on the flip-flop

**I just saw this brilliant contribution Lefty, and I love your vernacular!**

Mother Of God!
Quick, to the ShihTmobile!

[DonQuixote]

But wait, if the Literary Speed Limit is 65, and I was only going 63, what's the problem.

I plead extenuating circumstances - you just saw Lefty's fun and frolic, what's a reader to do, I ask you?

[Ambrocious]

Yours is mine and mine was yours but have you ever looked at the scale of ownership and guessed correctly it's true master?

Have you quickened your march into the oncoming winds or has it all been for not when you quickly forgot that that our love wasn't lust, it was friends?

Hush your mind for a moment and breath in a drought of healing relief; let not the rainbow droop down onto your head without much anticipation because sometimes the days will grow darker before the shadows can depart.

If you look up at the sparrow as he flies, remember the moments of time you spent contemplating the counterfeit life humanity has chosen to live; seek to mend the hurting yet blind crowds by stealth and by sighs.

If you blink for too long...that's considered sleep.

[DonQuixote]

Ambrocious,
Such ponderous words to contemplate.
For you, a very late night's reflection;
For me, a dawn's awakening brain exercise.

There's a lot of life's learning to be uncovered.
Thank you for sharing.

[DonQuixote]

An Ode to a Special JUBer

Boots was a stray
Who found her way
To Neil's bird feeder to sup.

He saw her stay
To fend her way
Back from lack of nourishing cup.

In his kind heart
With bread crumbs he did start
To supplant her foraging ways.

And as she came round
Soon Kibble she found
Was left for her in her own bowl.

Along with water to drink
Hmm, this is a nice place she did think
And aye that was too true.

And as it drew cold
In a strike so bold
An outdoor home for her Neil did build

Elevated from cold
With blankets, manifold
And a covered door he did construct.

And then, by slow
He did methodically go
To invite her inside for a bit.

She came, and she went,
And some nights she spent
In her Kitty Ritz, a palace outside.

Then as it got bitter
Neil and his roommate did bid her
Come, stay inside instead of the Ritz.

And through the Winter she stayed
Warm and toasty they made
Her home inside with them both.

But an outdoor cat is she
Who wanted a "he"
And with kittens they found she'd been made.

Birthing boxes Neil built
Three here, and there, to the hilt
But under the couch she did choose.

Till nigh on three week
After birth did they peek
Out to get away from the heat.

A beeline Boots made
Under Neil's bed and then bade
That her new crib was now the cove.

Behind the plant stand did she move
And snuggle her kits in the groove
While Neil struggled to make it clean.

For Boots gave no advance note,
Just up and moved and did tote
Her babe who was a bit shy.

The other three,
Were more adventurous, you see
And followed or led as might be.

And nay did they say
to HOT cloth, by the way
But YAY to the vinyl to keep cool.

And when came time to name
The kits, right now tame,
Mr. Frodo did come to Neil's mind.

And in that vein,
Lord of the Rings held no disdain,
So Merry, Pippin, and Sam Gamgee next came.

And that, my dear friends,
Is the tale that's not at an end,
Of how "GSDX" became a "dad".

If seen them, you've not,
Travel close to this spot . . .
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=312171
And enjoy their cuteness today.

[WalkerK]

Coming and going I see my head turn
Helplessly looking for his sojourn.

Not there.
An absent chair.
Turned off lights.
A fire within me ignites.

If it isn’t passion beloved,
What sadness and void is this I feel
And cannot get rid of?

“I wish I knew how to quit you.”

Dedicated to my first love.

[DonQuixote]

WalkerK,
Welcome to JUB and the Story Board.

Thanks for your bittersweet piece of poetry.
It speaks volumes in its brief simplicity.

I hope we see more of you around the story board - jump in as a
presenter and as a reader/commentor.

The water's fine.
We hardly ever bite, unless you ask us to, lol.

[Ambrocious]

Go into the darkness screaming to find the light that has been buried deep inside your subtle soul.




My grandpa is about to die...I thought I'd write something a bit different...short and to the point.

[DonQuixote]

Ambrocious,
I'm so sorry to hear about your grandpa.

There IS light deep within us.
Take off the bushel basket, and let it shine forth like the Son.

[writerman45]

Poured into tight jeans
He oozes sex appeal
And yet, would you know it
He's shy...he's my kinda guy
I catch his eye at last
And engage him in conversation
He blushes as if caught
Right in the middle of masturbation
His smile warms my heart
And the sight of his big package
So warm, and so close
Does things to that other part

And at last, at the end of the night
I feel I've got it right
He agrees to come away with me
After hours of talking
He seems to be fairly easily led
So imagine my surprise
When having got him naked
I find I've got a tiger in my bed

[DonQuixote]

Writerman (Andrew, right?)

A spicy little sonnet of sorts.

Shy and reserved,
All that pent up Need,
So tell me, Writerman, sir,
Where oh where did he send his seed?

Thanks for stopping by the Poetry thread
and being brave, not dread.
Your contribution is well received, good sir,
by my top, and bottom, head!

I know, they're lame,
but, I try to mind the game.

Thanks for your contribution.

[Lefty]

MON AMI ARCHY

My best friend's name is Archy Balled

Archy Balled

is how he's called

His names in really in step

with his neighborhood rep

we went for a morning jog

and damn that dirty hound dog

on the run he got the itch

fucked him self a beagle bitch

My buddy the best of labs

caught a case of much worse crabs

All the time he was sick

His tender balls he would lick

When he healed he hit the street

For fresh new bitches he could meet

That is why he still is called

Lord and high MR Archy Balled

In this world theres no bigger dick

Or one faster to turn a trick

I might be a prejudiced Shih Tzu

But I love him...so would you

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This ode was prepared for a special person and his pet.

I hope some one else enjoyed it too.



Lefty O'Foole (bastard grandson of Robt Burns)
Dog House, California

[DonQuixote]

Lefty, O'Foole, kin of Robbie,
A right jolly jingle
of your friend
Archy Bald's dingle.

A horny hound dog is he
Who's not fussy about
who She be.

Gave me a good chuckle.
Thanks for stopping by on a Sunny Morn.

[Lefty]

Boy am I disappointed.

Gus never even said the Archy poem sucked even.

guess I'll go back to JUBBoggle and stay put

[ShihTzuTylenol]

I thought your poem was very pretty Lefty. Especially that part about "no bigger dick." Magical!

[DonQuixote]

And I thought I paid you a nice compliment - I even tried to write it in Rhyme.

Who's this Gus character, anyway?

[Lefty]

Don,

You did. And I thought I said thank you, if not... I thank you.

My remark was directed at GUS-tin. Who unless I am screwed

up again, is Shih Tsu, Archies 'father'.

[EasyRory]

... I've already knocked out two Limericks and a haiku this morning. I'm on a roll!

I'm embarrassed to say I love limericks and that t-shirt that says "I am the young man from Nantucket."

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Give that man a Klondike bar!

Apparently the folks wanted to be clever and do a twist on the Justin theme. Damned hippies. At least they didn't name me Rainbow or Apricot!

[DonQuixote]

Or, Kumquat, perchance?
Now, What kind of a life would you have had in TX with a moniker like TAHT?!

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Kumquat? You'd have kicked your own ass with a name like that HA!


May I use that in the 'Words That Sound Dirty But Aren't Really Dirty' thread? Pretty please?

[writerman45]

A sudden ache explodes the place
The place that only you could fill
Leaving it jagged, ragged and raw
Like there’s roadkill in my heart
You were gone, gone into your own life
In a distant land, holding another’s hand
And now suddenly there is this
postage-stamp-sized photograph on Facebook
That no amount of zooming can improve
But instinctively I know it’s you; that look
I knew too well to forget, but what’s this band
of gold upon your finger? I don’t want
an invite to be your friend. I want it to end
This jagged, ragged jangling of my memory
This mushy mess of roadkill in my brain
This endless throbbing pain of longing
For release from thinking about the space
That only you can fill

[ShihTzuTylenol]

An Other Gay Poem
_______by Gustin Tylenol III

Scour lies and mines of eyes
To see a sea of virtual ties
Leave behind a scatted bias
No return once you fly us

©2010 Dogpill Publishing

[ShihTzuTylenol]

I'm serious, it's a gift.

[Lefty]

Thought is thoughts
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After moments of silence

The sudden blare of myriad horn

And unto this simple life

Our very first traffic jam is born
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Deep within the darkest night

I sallied forth without a light

Tripped on rocks and slipped on leaves

Now I'm the one who truly grieves

My flashlight is one that's old

And its batteries have grown mold

But my balls are very hot

And just bursting with their snot

And in my tender aching heart

my love for you has blown apart

for in the missing of our tryst

I solved the problem with my wrist
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Thought.....(stolen, not originating with me)

The world can't end today....can't happen...

It's already tomorrow in Australia.
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Stupid is as Stupid Does

Got the feeling so sorry for myself rap.

Think you're ugly and your world is crap?

Save the money from the shrink

Fix yourself a nice big drink

Change your clothes, do your hair

Go to WalMart and try not to stare

Watch the people there who stray

Around the store most every day

They are loose and run amok

You ask your self..just what the fuck

That should end your poor me rap

You should be ready for your nap


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Last Word Today

I didn't do this to be lewd

Nor did I do it for the post

I did it for the home cooked food

So where the fuck is my pot roast

Yeah I'm just a little crude

But it was fun being the host

Hope it helped that attitude.
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You know,

Life starts with a squirt..

Shouldn't it end with a bang?


Lefty O'Fewl,
Walt Whitmans Bastard Grandson

[ShihTzuTylenol]

QUIET! I'm reading Lefty's poem... brb

[ShihTzuTylenol]

I love how you aren't afraid to pour your soul into your words...I tend to be guarded, but you're helping me open up. Thank you Lefty.


lol at moldy batteries

[Lefty]

Gosh 'G'

I think we better be careful here.

might have to let in a friend.

Just one more thing to make us fear

has it come to this...and thats the end.

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They read and write, and write and read

each others egos they can feed

to satisfy the tumultuous need

and gather thoughts that went to seed

writers are a lonely breed

with hidden hearts that really bleed

on each other they often feed

They read and write and write and read

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Way over quota now, DON Q will probababbley AUTOLYCUSLY

have me suspended for this breachment of the publics appetite.

[DonQuixote]

A sudden ache explodes the place

Writerman, a poignant, sad poem. A very nice effort. Thank you for sharing.

Kumquat? You'd have kicked your own ass with a name like that HA!

May I use that in the 'Words That Sound Dirty But Aren't Really Dirty' thread? Pretty please?

Yes, yes I would have, lol. And, yes, yes you may.

An Other (would that = Another? lol) Gay Poem -- short, but intriguing, nonetheless, my Acetaminophen infused friend.

Now to tackle Lefty's entries - I was off for quite a bit today, and there's lots here for me to catch up on. Fear not, I'm up to the task!

[Lefty]

Hope you got laid and you're in a

charitable mood Don or

[DonQuixote]

Way over quota now, DON Q will probababbley AUTOLYCUSLY
have me suspended for this breachment of the publics appetite.

Lefty, my dear Nobody's fool,
why ever would you think ME so cruel?

Have e'er I been
Not your friend?

I lamented your former, short?! demise,
Your temporary banishment I did despise.

I, like Gus, our NSAID of choice,
Enjoy the verse that you give voice.

Perverse?
Perchance, Perhaps.

Playful?
Positively, Person of Piss-in-your-Pants-Palavering Prodigiousness.

You brighten our otherwise grey, 1-800-Noa-hArk Day
With your crude, rude?! break into our solitude!

[Lefty]

NonSteroidalAntiInflammtoryDrug

Thats what "G" is?

No, you've almost always been a buddy and been there.

Thses last contributions were a bit of a stretch into fun

areas but with an underlying message...at least that was

the goal...well, the important thing is somebody enjoyed them.

(loved the use of all the p words)

[DonQuixote]

NonSteroidalAntiInflammtoryDrug
Thats what "G" is?

Tylenol = Acetominophen = NSAID, lol.

These last contributions were a bit of a stretch into fun
areas but with an underlying message...at least that was the goal...well, the important thing is somebody enjoyed them.

(loved the use of all the p words)

I'm glad you enjoyed the alliteration.
Chaz and I have played with it, before, and not always been "warmly" received - usually by some of our younger crowd - I don't think they "get" alliteration as a tool for fun factoid frolicking.