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MissLeo

01-24-2001, 03:02 AM

Tell me what I'd have to change.
Who would I have to be
To slip into your arms;
for you to make sweet love to me.

Must I climb the highest cliff;
swim along the ocean floor
Crawl over broken glass -
would you demand that I do more?

Could you take me as I am,
with my issues and my flaws
Pull me to your chest without a hesitation
or a pause?
Slide your hungry tongue between my parted lips.
Run your anxious fingers along my quivering hips.

Wrap me in your passion,
expose your every need.
Press your steamy lips to mine,
every secret freed.
Sprinkle your tears across my cheek,
confess every desire
Moan my name, call me yours,
and set my soul on fire.

Need me more with every breath
that slips into your chest,
Please me nightly, miss me daily,
never compare me with the rest.
Grip my wrists; look in my eyes,
and say the words I long to hear
Kiss me roughly, and weep my name,
forever hold me dear.

Do I ask for wishes that could never quite come true?
Is my sin, my greatest fault,
that I can't stop loving you?

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You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire...

TheFishee

01-24-2001, 04:27 AM

I am not worthy to be posting poems here if You
post...http://www.aliensoup.com/ubb/smilies/lol.gif

The...
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Calm-ness - Does it bring beauty or a carpet of death apon its wings of mist....
Knowledge - Is it the Light You See before You Die ??

[This message has been edited by TheFishee on January 26, 2001 at 01:52 AM]

Alien

01-24-2001, 07:24 AM

Beautiful.

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"I'd like an order of fries, a quarter pounder with cheese, I love the light in your eyes, would you go out with me please? I am in love with a McDonald's Girl, she has a smile of innocence so tender and warm, she is an angel in a polyester uniform."

JHowse

01-24-2001, 08:13 AM

I'm with TheFishee on wishing that I could write as beautifully as you, Ele. Your writing comes alive with such color and imagery...so wonderful to read. Thanks for sharing. http://www.aliensoup.com/ubb/smilies/smile.gif

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Does driving a car from Saturn make me an alien?

I'm just a quick pee. - liltaz, fastest pee in the West!

That which does not make me barf, makes me stronger - possum37, fugly.net guru.

MissLeo

01-24-2001, 08:39 AM

To be appreciated by people of your calibre is inspiring and I thank you sincerely. Please share with me now more of yourselves in prose - I would that you be wounded by your own understanding of life and love, bleed willingly and agonise that you, like I, cannot quite verbalise it *sigh*

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Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life and love should not be one of them.

JHowse

01-24-2001, 08:58 AM

Ele, that music I shared with you tells it all.... I write when something comes to me. It's odd like that. My life has a soundtrack playing in my mind. The one I shared with you...Howse1...is like theme song for me.

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Does driving a car from Saturn make me an alien?

I'm just a quick pee. - liltaz, fastest pee in the West!

That which does not make me barf, makes me stronger - possum37, fugly.net guru.

MissLeo

01-24-2001, 03:58 PM

JHowse: Howse1 is beautiful and I listen to it often. Your talent is awesome http://www.aliensoup.com/ubb/smilies/smile.gif
TheFishee: Until the 12th of Never/The 12th cycle of Eternity http://www.aliensoup.com/ubb/smilies/smile.gif

º No End º

The Sun upon the blooming Moors
and gentle rain to kiss the Earth
and heather touched by whispering winds
to bless the place that knew our birth.

Emerald green the bard's tale tells
of lovers met on misty hills
of days of joy with Gods they serve
and nights abound with earthly thrills

Lovers met and love was found
in service and in each other
and life was full and life was good
and every man a brother
Then, from the east the darkness came
to rip their lives asunder
The flashing blades, like lightning came
to the sound of distant thunder

The years have passed, the land has healed
and loves have come and faded
With some, was good - with some, was bad
with some, was naught but jaded.

But I have faith he will return
in this life or the next
And so this story has no end,
no finish to this text!

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Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life and love should not be one of them.

TheFishee

01-24-2001, 04:15 PM

As for the Poem, a quick *gasp* for Air...heeeeelp!

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A Dream is A Question You do Not know how to Ask.
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[This message has been edited by TheFishee on January 25, 2001 at 03:29 PM]

JHowse

01-24-2001, 06:02 PM

Ele, you ask an interesting question about love. I dare answer it by saying that in true love, one should accept you as you are...no conditions...just as a dog loves his/her master. Interesting how you think.

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Does driving a car from Saturn make me an alien?

I'm just a quick pee. - liltaz, fastest pee in the West!

That which does not make me barf, makes me stronger - possum37, fugly.net guru.

MissLeo

01-25-2001, 01:53 AM

I always offer my love unblushingly at the noblest of altars...the human heart http://www.aliensoup.com/ubb/smilies/smile.gif

Petit mort pour rire
Va vite, léger peigneur de comètes !
Les herbes au vent seront tes cheveux ;
De ton oeil béant jailliront les feux
Follets, prisonniers dans les pauvres têtes...

Les fleurs de tombeau qu'on nomme Amourettes
Foisonneront plein ton rire terreux...
Et les myosotis, ces fleurs d'oubliettes...

Ne fais pas le lourd : cercueils de poètes
Pour les croque-morts sont de simples jeux,
Boîtes à violon qui sonnent le creux...
Ils te croiront mort - Les bourgeois sont bêtes -
Va vite, léger peigneur de comètes !

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Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life and love should not be one of them.

TheFishee

01-25-2001, 02:26 AM

LOST BEYOUND BEING ABLE TO BE FOUND OR SAVED....

[This message has been edited by TheFishee on January 25, 2001 at 03:32 PM]

MissLeo

01-25-2001, 03:52 AM

<center>º Ode to Angus-Og º

I thank you God, that the bud within me opened
and this small, frail flower crept up out of it.
There was a time when I thought the light of Your
grace would never shine upon it, summoning it from
its formlessness into finality.

Some mock my flower; I can understand that
They are thinking of flowers like roses,
burning silently in the sunlight, or lush
sprawling orchids, reptilian in their very
own sensuality...or the brazen trumpetting of
pumpkin flowers...

My flower will never be that; it's a winter
flower and winter flowers are the salt and frost
of beauty. Sometimes a trace of blue will darken
it as though the sky had brushed the pallid of
porcelain off its petals, and sometimes it will
blush a little, reflecting some dawn as yet beyond
my vision...

While as for fragrance...well...there are those
who say it has no fragrance..that too I understand;
The beloved yields but to the beloved, and for me
there is much fragrance; geranium, nasturtium never
roses, but sometimes when the spirit finds a balance,
the faintest, thin-as-honey smell of sweet alyssum...

Yes, indeed, I thank you god that the bud within me
opened; how dread my shame, sore my penance,
had I brought you no blossom...</center>

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Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life and love should not be one of them.

TheFishee

01-25-2001, 05:08 AM

Oooooooh
*eg*
/runs away laughing and finally sits down the his bean bags quiet and still...