POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[Lefty]

If Donnie wasn't such a marshmallow of Humanity,

He could have been just a bit more Honest & Blunt

"Lefty's still waxing his usual pathetic philosophies whilst
consistently proving he is worse than adverse to good verse.

[Drugstore Cowboy]

somebody really did something that completely bothered me this past week that had me rather upset and i found myself writing this little ditty about it. it needs some fluidity to it, but it well represents how i felt.

It is a game I cannot play,
The words I cannot say,
My emotions don’t go away,
This poker face will not stay

I am what I am,
Hypocrite am not
Cut me from the stem
I’ll fight with what I got

I’ll fight with tooth and nails
With me nothing fails
I’m neither weak nor frail
So don’t look at me so pale

You committed your crime
You’ve gone down the line
Please squirm in your slime
Coz with me you’ll never shine

[DonQuixote]

CB,
I don't know exactly what they did,
but it sounds like you are glad of them to be rid.

Leftykins,
I believe at the time,
I had not time for rhyme,
As the taxi needed to shine
And take to work, a progeny of mine.

[chaqueon]

so, yes I know, my poetry is horrible but thats only because I copy it straight from my dreams and most of It makes sense at the time...so anyways


so this one is short and has a kind of "Bright Eyes" feel to it and I call it:

Lycanthropic Love

I thought it was the silver
that brought my blood to a boil
I thought it was the full moon
that was making me wild
but now, now I know
that its true,
It must be you.
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[Lefty]

Chaqi ...

If one has enough imagination

It's not always just a dream

If you sleep lightly


maybe we'll be back


----A dream, perchance----

Gasping in the moonlight
Writhing in the good fight
Damp and furry was the chest
That pressed so tightly to your breast

Pure animal essence draped the room
Sweaty sweet filling the air and its gloom
Delving tongue searching beyond the cresting lips
While manhood slides through quaking hips

The all but silent moans and fevered barks
Amid the muffled noises their semen arcs
The anointed flesh begins to cool and then
Craves to start from first scratch yet again.

[DonQuixote]

Chaqueon,
Your poetry does not stink,
Au contraire, it's most succinct.

Leftykins, Leftykins, my bosom buddy,
You translated Chaqui's message from the blood,
and let your words become a flood,
Turning emotions into putty.