Sonnet to Danny
By: Sheena Larae
O'er the body of your existence,
Poetry in the movement of your flesh.
Come dawn of lights first instance
My deviant head resides upon your chest.
Awakened early my fingertips glide,
Trailing the smooth lines of muscle
On this sacred temple where your soul resides,
Smoothing away all of sleeps trouble
To seek the theories of your flesh
Exploring the vast untagged territory.
Poetry in motion; carnal quest;
The impoverished sculptors allegory.
I wait and calmly seek your attention
As you slowly awake from your hibernation.
For my husband. Tell me what ya'll think.
by the way It's copy written
2006-07-08 23:31:04
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answer #1
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answered by tigerbychild 3
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My cat sleeps atop my bed
while I'm not using it,
making the most of air conditioning
and a clean yellow cotton blanket
stretched across the sheets.
I can see her little Siamese body
puff with air and then gently deflate
once again. She is old, but she
lives quietly and it has served her well
throughout her sixteen years.
She stirs even now, stretching a grey paw,
as if aware that I'm writing about her
for all the world. She looks at me
with half-closed eyes still lost in sleep
and reminds me of the incredible responsibility
of living.
2006-07-08 16:43:47
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answer #2
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answered by JStrat 6
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A ROSE
A rose i see, it looks so happy so full of glee.
Happier than me.
Like a princess in her ball room dress,each bee is a prince asking this beautiful lady to dance.
Each petal a silken layer on her beautiful dress.
Each speck of dew a jewel adorning her slander neck,
But soon the winter comes, the prince stop calling,
The only thing that calls on this fair lady is cold and death.
As the last petal falls, She crys,,,I'll see you all next year..
Just made that up for you.
2006-07-08 16:50:09
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answer #3
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answered by CATWOMAN xxx 4
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Yo, Benzina- What a name. Time to ride on the gravy train. No perversiveness dont make sense. It dont sound right , You aint white!! beautiful/aesthetical, another joke. Colour our day cause you are coloured bloke. Yep, Yep, yep, yep.
Be peppy mofo
2006-07-09 07:28:21
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answer #4
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answered by Judas 1
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There once was a young lady from... Oh, wait, that wasn't what you were looking for, was it?
Stand up and be counted
because you need to be
the horses need to be mounted
so get on your steed
We are girding for battle
mount your horse
cut the twaddle
we are going to battle of course
The general faced his troops
The fight will be deadly
You will need to jump through hoops
We will win it readily
If you ate your Fruit Loops
Got ya, didn't I?
(grin)
-Dio
2006-07-08 16:48:10
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answer #5
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answered by diogenese19348 6
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no frivolities
at the countie's fare
no players evidently
they would give you the stare
thank you for the question
this is certainly words spoken
obliged to care
rare my mare
take care and have a stair
2006-07-08 16:55:15
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answer #6
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answered by Rochlina 2
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the answers are in the palms of our hands
but we focus on the dirt under the other person's fingernails.
Where are we going?
Going is where.
When the journey is the destination
you're always getting there.
2006-07-08 16:45:36
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answer #7
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answered by anyone 5
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An ode to my brother's turtles:
Turtles, turtles everywhere -
In my bathtub, in my hair!
Why are there so many turtles?
Really they are truly hurtles.
If they do not leave me soon,
I shall have to fly - to the moon!!
2006-07-08 16:43:56
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answer #8
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answered by Vanessa B 4
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