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Poetry Slamming
January 25 2014
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RHP User
12 years ago
I'm not stable.........No matter what the voices in my head say.
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madotara69
12 years ago
Oh dear MissKay seems you are in a pickle Come hither come, quick No time to sit Tara shall greet you, she shall whisk you away Take you to where all her toys are she plays Wine you and dine you Treat you to be Our little lady, you will see Oils and spoils to you it shall be Mado and Tara, Misskay makes three Oh where to start, where to indeed The neck or the toes, Or the heart in need Lay down and relax, we shall see to it all Close those lonely eyes, you will see much much more Think of a place you would like to be Don't worry to quivers they are meant to run free You may even feel like you want to pee The rest of this story is for no others to see It is naughty the forties Forties we are Fucking is fucking and fucking is fun As long as no one gets hurt each time we cum Now open your eyes and look at the stars Mado Tara Misskay it is, they are Just three naughty forties and a bucket of laughs. If this little story does not help you Then fucked if we know how to get a start. Unless you would prefer a shot at the darts. Mado, Tara xx
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madotara69
12 years ago
If you read that poem backwards and at half speed, with a piece of bread torn out centre hanging of your hmmmm left ear There is a secret subliminal friendly message in it
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RHP User
12 years ago
Its Australia day and I'm getting excitedthere's a big party and I've been invitedthere's food and music and people galoreand loads of singles looking to score cos you've gotta have a shag todayshagging on Australia Day is the Aussie waywe can recover tomorrow cos we get the day offso lets get in lots of shagging, whether you're a bogan or a toff. Now gang bangs are an Aussie iconso women find an Olaf, Richard, Pierre and Dioninvite them over for an Aussie BBQand let them know they get to spit roast you. And for the guys, Lucinda, Raquel, Mimi or Sophialet each of her know beautiful is how you see herthey might let you get them into your bedand delight one another and also give you head. If you're new and don't know anyone, get out on the streetthere's loads of people for you to meetthey'll be waving flags, cheering and getting drunkjust look for someone who's the biggest spunk. Cos it Australia Day and you've gotta celebratewith your missus and her girlfriend and ya best mateand there'll be loads of people pissed and looking to scorewe'll all get lucky today, I'm sure. MissKay, what fun
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RHP User
12 years ago
I love it!!!!
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RHP User
12 years ago
Sitting at home one night, quite drunk Lamenting my social ineptness, hence with the girls, no luck. When an ad came on TV promising women galore No, it wasn’t trying to sell me a whore. RHP, where the party never stops Just check out a chick and over she hops So I wrote down a profile full of bullshit and wit And washed my face so she’d have somewhere clean to sit. I checked my messages, day after day Nothing, nada, niet much to my dismay My ego lowered and my wrist getting sore I thought ‘Bugger this joint, I’ll come back no more.’ Then I noticed the forums, full of wisdom and wit And decided to type out a quick quip But no one noticed, it was completely ignored I refused to be cowed,was determined to be heard I typed and I typed, I espoused and pontificated Others words, I manipulated and twisted This was all for my own entertainment For my sex life, I still lamented Then all of a sudden there was a message waiting for me I could hardly wait, who could it be? With bated breath I waited for the page to download My deepest wish was she wasn’t a toad Hi there Funlover, I’ve just read a post Your photo is cute, can you host. At last RHP was coming good, my head nearly imploded But as I was replying, something in my pants exploded. To the friends that I’ve met and the ones to be made Especially the one with whom I have played I thank you all for the laughs and the teases I’m so glad I got drunk that night played with my keyes??
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RHP User
12 years ago
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RHP User
12 years ago
Just gave me a hot flush Mado & Tara, swooooon. Phwoar Wildsong, FL - pierce me babe xxx Keep slamming........
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RHP User
12 years ago
Quoting 'Luckdragon23' I love it!!!! Thanks Luckdragon FunLover, excellent read AUSTRALIA DAY AFTERMATH She looked over at him in the bedjesus he's so ugly, did I give him head?how did he get here and what did we do?the last I remember was drinking vodka out of a shoe. Slowly she stretched, and her foot touched more skinbejesus she thought, who let him in?it was none other than her best mate Deanhe was looking a mess and none too clean. Tentatively now she put her feet on the floorbodies, sprawled everywhere, there were plenty more.Some were still fucking and sucking in a carnal feastmaking a many headed frenzied beast. Her mind was in total disarray?Did she invite these people here to play?Who the hell cares, she decided with a grinnot to take advantage would be a wasteful sin. Happy recovery day.
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RHP User
12 years ago
Quoting 'WildSong' Quoting 'Luckdragon23' I love it!!!! Thanks Luckdragon FunLover, excellent read AUSTRALIA DAY AFTERMATH She looked over at him in the bedjesus he's so ugly, did I give him head?how did he get here and what did we do?the last I remember was drinking vodka out of a shoe. Slowly she stretched, and her foot touched more skinbejesus she thought, who let him in?it was none other than her best mate Deanhe was looking a mess and none too clean. Tentatively now she put her feet on the floorbodies, sprawled everywhere, there were plenty more.Some were still fucking and sucking in a carnal feastmaking a many headed frenzied beast. Her mind was in total disarray?Did she invite these people here to play?Who the hell cares, she decided with a grinnot to take advantage would be a wasteful sin. Happy recovery day. I'll shave next time.
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RHP User
12 years ago
I'll shave next time. Please do and use some moisturiser too, or a pumice stone . . . sheesh Today you will find me bitchingthat's because my twat is itchingnot, its not crabs I've got hatchingyour whiskers were sharp and they were scratching a naked twat you like to eatyou consider it a treatbut your early morning bristles they are crueland now my twat is hot and can't get cool. So I think we need to reach a compromiseand leave a strip of hair between my thighsand that will put an end to my bitchingcos my twat won't be tender and I won't be itching Sung with a hillbilly accent and banjo music
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RHP User
12 years ago
The long weekend's overWe go back to workShame that my thigh musclesAre still full of hurt You made my legs jellyYou made my arms shakeAnd all that from lying thereDoing nothing but take My god you were selflessA real fucking giverRecalling it now makesmy whole body quiver You were soft and you caredkept me warm under coverSo thankful I've founda phenomenal lover One final lovemakingbefore we drift off to sleepIt didn't take longfor you to slumber deep And there I liedAnd I just fucking swore"How fucking loudlydo you have to SNORE!"
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RHP User
12 years ago
Quoting 'MissKay' The long weekend's overWe go back to workShame that my thigh musclesAre still full of hurt You made my legs jellyYou made my arms shakeAnd all that from lying thereDoing nothing but take My god you were selflessA real fucking giverRecalling it now makesmy whole body quiver You were soft and you caredkept me warm under coverSo thankful I've founda phenomenal lover One final lovemakingbefore we drift off to sleepIt didn't take longfor you to slumber deep And there I liedAnd I just fucking swore"How fucking loudlydo you have to SNORE!" Especially the last line.
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RHP User
12 years ago
It looks like it's just you and me left here now sister.But when the iron strikes you can only expect blistersDon't mind 'them' Wildsong, we can do nothing wrong,you, me, Funlover, Mado & Tara in song.... Funlover has written his first wrote since twelveI sense there are others who are tempted to delveBut too scared to try out their first go at slammingA shame as I know there could be some sound jamming C'mon RHP peeps, get your rhyme on the goInternally you all know your own personal flowI'm sitting up late hoping clear for lots more'Cause that prick's in my bed, U'Huh with 'that' snore!
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RHP User
12 years ago
I'm sure I'll drop n soon MissKay, I keep starting, and deleting lol.
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RHP User
12 years ago
I can only write when the MOVEMENT happens in my soul... BUt.. ther is one line in "Clementine" i just cannot go past...For those who do not know.. Clementine had fallen in the river, and couldn't swim.. so she died..And the Singer was lamenting about her.. and the tragedy.. and the aftermath..So he sings first off.."In the churchyard in the canyon.. where the Myrtle doth entwine..There grow roses and other posies, fertilized by clementine..."How I missed her, how I missed her.. How I missed my Clementine...'till I kissed her little Sister.... AND forgot Clementine..." How cool is that
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madotara69
12 years ago
Slamming you say, now jamming MissKay Then now it is late and you wish to play Ok then lets have a look , shall we start with today? Or even better, lets go page by page Peachy's deleting and not quite sure why Someone is snoring that's no disguise Sister is lonely alone with us guys Surely MissKay, here in RHP, it is no surprise Can't you see lovers balls when you look in Funs eyes Oh funny maybe and laugh if you will Those aching balls would love to spill Now Funlover has the patients of a saint That does not say much to his zero restraints Now Funlover is alone with his aching balls So the long weekend is over and your thigh muscles hurt Was it something maybe said, had you go so berzerk Lets have a look, for what it is worth Can't see it was SNORE,swore or deep sleep Lovemaking, lover, found, cover and cared Quiver makes giver selfless, take there leaves but only shake, jelly, hurt, muscles the work there. Hillbilly and his banjo has been scratching and bitching again Is it the aftermath or Luckdragon, to why Fun wants to shave Or perhaps Sweet wildsong had his mind in total disarray? Hot flush and formatting The journey, loved it MissKay A subliminal friendly message and we will call it a day. It seems as though Wildsong sits with a shag for the day Funlovers aching balls don't have hope for the day So tell us MissKay, what is it your pick me for this lovely day?
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RHP User
12 years ago
Madotara came over to play they said we hope you don't mindwe've invited Miss KayShe'll bring funloverand luck dragon tooooh lookie here, is that Irish Stew? I said no worries, you're all welcome herelets play some tunesand drink some beerlets rock this joint til neighbours are pulling out their hairand for dessert, we'll have Peachypear. Yeah let's do some jamming'and some slamminglet's rock this placeand have some funwe'll all be happyno need to be snappywe can get down and dirtywhen the jamming's done. Inspired by your amazing ability to fit everyone into your poem Mado. I could have gone on but hell, I haven't had coffee yet.
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RHP User
12 years ago
Madotara came over to playthey said we hope you don't mindwe've invited Miss KayShe'll bring funloverand luck dragon tooooh lookie here, is that Irish Stew? I said no worries, you're all welcome herelets play some tunesand drink some beerlets rock this jointtil neighbours pull out their hairand for dessert, we'll have Peachypear. Yeah let's do some jamming'and some slamminglet's rock this placeand have some funwe'll all be happyno need to be snappywe can get down and dirtywhen the jamming's done. Cavey heard the musicand came out of his cavesaying good people I'm in the mood for a ravethen he spotted Miss Kaydidn't know what to sayand just like a true caveman he dragged her away. Yeah let's do some jamming'and some slamminglet's rock this placeand have some funwe'll all be happyno need to be snappywe can get down and dirtywhen the jamming's done,we all got dirty, when the jamming was done.
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madotara69
12 years ago
Just one thing further to say Caveys cool post just jumped in the way Guess he enjoys this roll in the hay He is a funny dirty fucker I must say To his credit, another lover to your naughty game And another, no other the same
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RHP User
12 years ago
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RHP User
12 years ago
So... if ever an invite I’d like to acceptIt would have to be Tara’s via Mado’s requestThat toy box sure sounds like a personal charmI’m not usually this easy to strip and disarmBut oils & spoils, and yes we make threeThose three naughty forties will forever haunt meOur own secret charms, nobody else mattersI’m not even cold and my teeth they do chatterI can roll and cajole and sing all the artsBut NEVER ask me to fucking play dartsGive me a guitar and I’ll happily strumPlaying too long gives me a sore thumbWildsong wants a plucking & fucking of courseNo intercourse - but you still have the ‘force’Funlover just wants to roll on all threeOMG Such a simple fantasyAustralia Day group sex, no real surprise thereExcept for the weirdo with all of that hairGiven’ an itchy twat there of courseBut shaving is a matter of sheer discourseWhen Cavey joined in it was almost too sweetWith Clementine’s sister so slowed to the beatI felt I was rapping with Dr ZuessMy rhyming was erratic, it was almost too loose.But being dragged off by my hair, by CaveyI knew then & there nobody could save meThat fucker doesn’t even do simple legalCan we compare a starfish, to an Eagle?
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RHP User
12 years ago
So... if ever an invite I’d like to acceptIt would have to be Tara’s via Mado’s requestThat toy box sure sounds like a personal charmI’m not usually this easy to strip and disarmBut oils & spoils, and yes we make threeThose three naughty forties will forever haunt meOur own secret charms, nobody else mattersI’m not even cold and my teeth they do chatterI can roll and cajole and sing all the artsBut NEVER ask me to fucking play dartsGive me a guitar and I’ll happily strumPlaying too long gives me a sore thumbWildsong wants a plucking & fucking of courseNo intercourse - but you still have the ‘force’Funlover just wants to roll on all threeOMG Such a simple fantasyAustralia Day group sex, no real surprise thereExcept for the weirdo with all of that hairGiven’ an itchy twat there of courseBut shaving is a matter of sheer discourseWhen Cavey joined in it was almost too sweetWith Clementine’s sister so slowed to the beatI felt I was rapping with Dr ZuessMy rhyming was erratic, it was almost too loose.But being dragged off by my hair, by CaveyI knew then & there nobody could save meThat fucker doesn’t even do simple legalCan we compare a starfish, to an Eagle?
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RHP User
12 years ago
Spread my petals Dewy and pink Nectar of the gods Come and taste You will see What always draws The bees to me On my knees Flushed and ready Heartbeat unsteady To take you in Soft and tight In our heavenly fight The battle is lost As I surrender To your stark need For me to feed Your power Over my flower. A stolen poem
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RHP User
12 years ago
Spread my petalsDewy and pink Nectar of the gods Come and taste You will see What always draws The bees to me On my knees Flushed and ready Heartbeat unsteady To take you in Soft and tight In our heavenly fight The battle is lost As I surrender To your stark need For me to feed Your power Over my flower. A stolen poem
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madotara69
12 years ago
Oh Cavey, Cavey, Cavey you whisper to thee It's that dirty, debauchees, filthy fucking mind of he's always reminds me of this story, you'll see. While riding through Texas where bullets fly thick One hand on my saddle, one hand on my dick It was there that I met her, the girl I adore Sweet Sharlot, the harlot, the cow punchers whore, she was easy, she was greasy and always on heat, whenever you met her she was out on the street she'd fuck for a dollar take less or take more, Sweet Sharlot the harlot, the cow punchers whore. While laying in bed one night playing with a tit She said "exuse me darling I must have a shit" She went to the window and stuck out her arse, I pity the poor bastard walking past. A lonely night watchman heard a slight rustle in the skies As he looked up a stream of hot shit hit him fair in the eyes, He had ten poxy kids and a syphilitic wife, He now stands on the corner of Market and Pitt, With a sign round his neck saying blinded by shit. Why that rings to thoughts with Cavey, anyones guess is as good as mine. he he. Often wonder if they even knew of the watchman. And sorry, I can not remember the fuck who wrote it when I remembered it, just a cheeky kid, I was. Mado Tara xx
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madotara69
12 years ago
Can not remember the fucker who wrote it. (can't have the mistake of compliment taken for rudeness)
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RHP User
12 years ago
Yo, I'm gonna try slammin in self-aggrandized Aussie drawl, So pass the mic! Come tune in everyone, I say come listen up y'aaaallllll! [Yo, yo, yo,] My name is Unrushed, & I'm here to rap about my PETER, I'll poetically measure it out using iambic penta-me-METER, You're in for a tasty treat because my sweetbreads, they're UNLEAVENED, No, that's no zipper in my pic, no, it's a STAIRWAY to HEAVEN. Yes I know I'm hot, d'ya know Im 43rd generation ROMAN, I'm from all corners of the world, but now Australia's now my HOMELAND, I'm gonna go get my sexy on over some char grilled garlic GARFISH, Then start petitioning the UNION for every MAN'S born right to STARFISH. Yo! Come Mado! Yo! Come Tara! Come on and lend me both your EARS, Yo! Wildsong and Yo! Luckdragon, these are words you'll want to HEAR, Yo! Funlover! Yo there Cavey! The chance may not COME AGAIN, Come ALL forumites & lurkers, come bring all your NOTEPADS and PENS. Yo! Now I'm calling in Gazpacho! Uncle Gazza, if I MAY, And I'm calling out "Ms Peachy! These are words I've got to SAY", And Yo! MissKay! My mission here's to keep your life from getting BORING, And GIVE you some REPRIEVE from THAT ONE GUY that keeps on SNORING! Now, the gist of my biz now is to abolish SENIORITY And reach now for the sky, establish new GENDER EQUALITY, So gather round now folks, yes cause it's time for the INDUCTION, Cause I'll demonstrate now, YES, I'll give you all COMPLETE INSTRUCTION! On what to do now with your guy, yes please take heed of what to DO, When the MAN of your DREAMS next goes all STARFISH on YOU! Yo! Come follow me now as I lay back in this new polished leather SWING, It'll give you unfettered access to my fantastic DING-A-LING, As I surrender my body to you all, give myself without a CARE, Put my feet in the stirrups with my LEGS up in the AIR. Now search the 'Just Sex' forum for the thread 'Sexual ANATOMY', Where I do receive a 'SLOW JOB' from the delightful MRS_ME, You can all stand in line right here, practice on me till your wet and DAMP, Then relate the story after of what HAPPENED at BAND CAMP! That's right, you can all be involved here, keep it going till I GRIN, No, wait a moment, I'll be right back, BIGMAMMA'S just waltzed IN 😍
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madotara69
12 years ago
Gazpacho you say, we are sure to cop some sensual fleeting MissKay must be busy, so we shall keep the feet beating Unrushed, glad to see you have stepped in to this meeting Yeah, yeah lets get down and funky So you unzip the zipper and show us something spunky OK So Tara getting wet is right on the money There's no goin back,cos we met yu and her twinkle says yor hunky Yeah yaeh, yoy yor yaeh yor yor yeah uhuh yor there It's a thing that it's all about her, i'm just her loving monkey Doesn't matter if yor Roman as long as yor a brumby Lets leave it there, cos she's at work no point us getting lumpy When she gets home, I'll tell her I thought of something Great sage equal to heaven..............mmmmmmm Tripitaka sent word of another funky spunky unzipped Roman monkey. Yor yor yeah yor it yor yeah yeah. Yor yor yeah yor it yor yeah yeah Twinkle twinkle little star, wonder where unrushed is you are. On the train up top deck so high, that familiar twinkle in her eye's bahh bahh black sheep eat yor heart out Unrushed flopped his Roman part out It's a woderfull woooooooooooooooooorld
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RHP User
12 years ago
Quoting 'Bigmamma1' Spread my petalsDewy and pink Nectar of the gods Come and taste You will see What always draws The bees to me On my knees Flushed and ready Heartbeat unsteady To take you in Soft and tight In our heavenly fight The battle is lost As I surrender To your stark need For me to feed Your power Over my flower. A stolen poem
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RHP User
12 years ago
The Rap slam's are GOLD!!!! The best said so far.By how many generationscan I be tarred?Thanks guys for playingI could have felt so aloneCheers to my fellow poetshaving joined in this zone This blissful amassment of poetry quipsThey all seem to slideright off of my lips So YO I call out to the people here CONTRIBTINGYou're all sound people hereAnd your message I'll be DISTRIBUTINGJust want you to know, thatyou are my every EVERYTHINGFor sharing your wordsI'm always known for GIVING
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RHP User
12 years ago
What's weird in this place? C'mon!!! You know you want to.
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gazpacho
12 years ago
One was fun with life the predicate,Dependant of a drunk in times of worry,Fearless of the street by day,One wanders self-reliant, to make sense of it.Intoxicated worlds are not rationaland drunks are therebyunpredictable.At night One hides in bedroom forts,the covers warm and cuddly soft to wait it out,all senses wary, a hug this timeor something scary?The dawn will bring respiteto those that fear the night.One has had a pupillage in circumstance alike,to simply hide and wait for day.Daybreak's Song.The Father has paddle pops,chew chew bars and liquorice skipping ropes,pyramids of flavoured ice, coloured brightly,soft drinks, musk sticks, redskins, true!A sober adult for One's fragility, andwith such delightful delicacies. Yum!A daughter and a son had he,so taught the rudies game to three.A game of mischief and intrigue,in covers warm and cuddly softthey played the forbidden union out,new senses tingling. Three babies born,their warm bods mingling.The time had come for candles four, (they count, then blow)the rudies game well practiced on Father's watch untilwith piercing screams & fear filled voices,echoing long in veiled memories of the young,three babies born lose innocence, too soon.Autarchic One was lost that waywith adult games disguised as play,A secret kept, not one must know.(A drunkard's world not rationale)In reality who can One tell?The covers though warm and cuddly soft,to wait it out all senses blearystill makes no sense to One,(but sense or senseless makes no differenceto an alcoholic's son)Imagination puts some distance on this profanity,vis vis a denying personality: 'twas someone else's squealing!(And no sugar coated candy treats; really,a rational discussion was surely lure enough for One.)Live day to day and night to night,shag one or 50 weekly,but daybreak's song won't bring respiteto three that scream throughout the night,all senses numb, young minds just weary breathing,(like under water in mother nature's womb, cocooned from life)just waiting for the day to come. (Just waiting for that day to come).One was fun with life the predicate.Three were born but two no more, dead or surely missing,four score & seven years be gone,with secrets kept except while sleeping (& in death).Now the god forsaken catamiterobbed of childhood innocence,just waiting for the day to come for One, at last.Just waiting for that day to come.Three babes born that have no chance,One spares a thought for the sibling's statewhile waiting for that day the predicate to come at last.
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gazpacho
12 years ago
Quoting 'ShyPrincess74' Be still my beating heart!! I'm shy, and my poetry is personal, so I'm reluctant to share ... It takes a serious amount of intimacy before I'll open my poetic vault to you! I love reading all yours though - it feels a little voyuerisitic for me. Is that weird? I totally understand. Try one of these..... The boy stood on the burning deck Playing a game of cricket, The ball flew down his trouser leg And hit him middle wicket.
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RHP User
12 years ago
And so did I, hauntingly beautiful Gaz, hauntingly.
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RHP User
12 years ago
Agree MissKay.
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madotara69
12 years ago
The Mirror Image When you get what you want in your struggle for self, And the world makes you king for a day Then go to the mirror, See what the man has to say For it isn't your Father, Mother or Wife, Who's judgement upon you must pass The fellows verdict counts most in your life, Is the one staring back from the glass Some people may think your a straight shooting chum, And call you a wonderful guy But the man in the mirror says your a bum, If you can't look him straight in the eyes He's the fellow to please, Never mind all the rest, For he's clear with you to the end And you have passed your most difficult and dangerous test, If the man in the glass is your friend You may fool the whole world, Down the pathways of years, And pats on the back as you pass Your final reward will be heartache and tears, If you have cheated the man in the glass
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madotara69
12 years ago
Wonder if she took that step, Shy
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RHP User
12 years ago
Blood on her face, tears in the rain Empty and hollow with nothing to gain Confused in distress, completely destroyed Scars on her arms of which he enjoyed Walking alone, screaming his name Dreaming of making him feel the same Dreaming of putting a blade to his throat dreaming of burning the letters she wrote But her self esteem was never real It was just an illusion of how she wanted to feel And none of them ever really cared They just left her, bleeding, lonely and scared All inspiration has run dry, Drained of life and left to die Her dreams are dead but the wound is fresh Carving his name into her soft flesh Letting his soul devour her own Dying inside and dying alone Because no one ever understood or Made her feel the way he could Now all that remains is pain and strife A tragic end to a bittersweet life Disclaimer: This is from my teenage angst years...and the only thing I wrote that I can remember word for word... - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
12 years ago
Thanks for joining in
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gazpacho
12 years ago
Quoting 'F_orgotten' Blood on her face, tears in the rain Empty and hollow with nothing to gain Confused in distress, completely destroyed Scars on her arms of which he enjoyed Walking alone, screaming his name Dreaming of making him feel the same Dreaming of putting a blade to his throat dreaming of burning the letters she wrote But her self esteem was never real It was just an illusion of how she wanted to feel And none of them ever really cared They just left her, bleeding, lonely and scared All inspiration has run dry, Drained of life and left to die Her dreams are dead but the wound is fresh Carving his name into her soft flesh Letting his soul devour her own Dying inside and dying alone Because no one ever understood or Made her feel the way he could Now all that remains is pain and strife A tragic end to a bittersweet life Disclaimer: This is from my teenage angst years...and the only thing I wrote that I can remember word for word... - Posted from rhpmobile That's great cathartic poetry! Beautiful.HugsGazpacho xxx
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gazpacho
12 years ago
I really love the fairy tale metaphors you've chosen for this expression. Very deep! Was that a cerendipitous happy accident.. or a conscious choice? HugsGazpacho
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RHP User
12 years ago
Biggest Embarassed cuddles! I don't think that one ever saw the light of day -__- xx - Posted from rhpmobile
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gazpacho
12 years ago
Adrift, she calls for me,The sole of her hull gouging, forceful and unforgiving,parting the dampened, moist and silken sand she whispers by and moors to starboard. Sitting low, the helm brimming with crust actions,Deep in her belly the prize lay prostate.I speculate, but awoken by an un-nerving shrill"Tie them off hard", she screams. "There's an ill wind tonight." Her freshly washed snapper arouses my nostrils.I can't bear the suspenders any longer and with a snapLike buttons popping on a circus lady's smock,the sheets drop, her icebox lid pops.My soul longing for relief no more.The big fish flops.
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RHP User
12 years ago
You are coming out of your poetry closets. They are all so beautiful, it would be selfish to keep them to yourselves xxx
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gazpacho
12 years ago
Quoting 'ShyPrincess74' I will reiterate though, so that you don't think I'm being overly fussy about the typos, I love it. I became immersed in her journey, and the sense of foreboding. Thanks! I've been playing that game for a while now. In the instance of my poem, if I change a few words ..e.g. prostate/prostrate soul/sole crustaceans/crust actions it forces your mind to wander between subjects i.e. lady/fishing boat.... like you might do when sailing. I like playing with words. In other contexts I paint them.. often quotes that I find interesting, but I change the perception of meaning of the words in the way I paint the letters... it's kind of like meditation... you know.. like Chinese calligraphy.... where the characters represent things other than the words that they form in that instance. it's a bit of fun. HugsGazpacho
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RHP User
12 years ago
She stood at the edge The building of power The breeze passing by At these the wee hours They called to her "No" Your not going to make it Step back from the edge Please don't forsake us She closed out the sounds Looked out far ahead No more standing ground She plunged from the ledge Oh the joy so silent Expressed through her call Her eyes being blinded By the wind from her fall Then suddenly feeling The uprise of heat Scooping under her wings Before hitting the street Mummy, mummy did you see that That pigeon just dove Like an acrobat
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madotara69
12 years ago
The day the river freezes Is the day it won't seem fair 'Cos they'll come to get the river lady And I don't think they'll careI know they'll scrape her paint off In their same old foolish ways Now the people see the river But the old ship's gone awayWater turns cold and gets to freezing Before you even know it, the old girl's easing Away from her berth 'Round by the point and out of our viewOff in the mist her engines pounding Back on the banks that old horn's sounding A little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do A little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must doI know I will remember When I cannot hear that horn That would roll up by the mountains As she took us through the stormI know they've got to take her But I can't say I approve 'Cos she's won so many battles That I hate to see her loseWater turns cold and gets to freezing Before you even know it the old girl's easing Away from her berth 'Round by the point and out of our viewOff in the mist her engines pounding Back on the banks that old horn's sounding A little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do A little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must doWater turns cold and gets to freezing Before you even know it the old girl's easing Away from her berth 'Round by the point and out of our viewOff in the mist her engines pounding Back on the banks that old horn's sounding A little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do A little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do Roger Whittaker - River Lady (a Little Goodbye)
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RHP User
12 years ago
I ran a slipway for 6 years, a 40 tonne and 80 tonne rated slip, and adored your play on words. Divine x
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MsJonesy
12 years ago
Solitary VoyagesI can’t come to you, I can’t be where you are. I wish I had a leash, I wish I had the power To make that dog go to ground And bring you back to you. All the kisses and all the times We want to kiss, Temporarily gone, hidden By the shadows and Half remembered truths Issuing from the bleak And forlorn lands In your mind. I remember the journey, The intimacy of pain and Loneliness On that dark voyage. I can walk beside you But not with you; Never again to that joyless place. All I can do is linger and wait, Remembering the whispered Chances of happiness Snatched briefly and intensely From our unfulfilled lives; Lives that neither of us Wished for, nor want. Remembering … dreaming… Intermittent bursts of desire, Laughter and eroticism, The caress of hands and kisses Given and received and revered. How fucking glorious, how insanely alive Is that gift of happiness, Of openness, Of shared dreams and desires Bestowed on each other; A chance of living, finally living. We have that chance, to be free - To be, For us, only us, just you & I. But we pause, And remain In the eerie juncture between Lust and despair. Biding our time. Acknowledging the longing Yet unable to act. We wait, For the opportunity To evade The shadows and sorrow, The obligatory and safe. To resume the private journey On that mutual path Of passion and lust. Where fantasy and reality Connect Even if for just a moment, again.
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MsJonesy
12 years ago
on this site sucks! :(
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gazpacho
12 years ago
The gym line puts a context right on it... pulling it all together instantly... It still works. :) Happy accidents.. I love 'em. HugsGazpacho
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RHP User
12 years ago
Yo, yo, I'm back, this time I'm gonna rap in LOWER TONE, In respect for those who've beared their hearts, hope you can feel MY OWN. Now listen up, I'd like you all to be quiet as a MOUSE, Cause courage has been shown, and Uncle Gaz is IN DA HOUSE. These poems have reminded me of life's most valuable LESSON, I'll tell it to you now, not gonna keep you good folk GUESSIN. Its not that women are from Venus, and that men they are from MARS. It's the fact that there's a BEATING HEART underneath all BLEEDING SCARS. Gazpacho, I must admit, your first poem came as a SURPRISE, Perhaps that can explain all this salt water in my EYES. Your prose is unequivocal, describing deep dark ties that BIND, Your words are full of beauty, and yet there's turmoil in my MIND. Perhaps I'd ask this monster out, and even though I'm not the TYPE, I'd introduce said 'Father' to my blowtorch and steel PIPE. Now getting back to courage, it's something I'll aspire TO, With words of inner worlds that are inspired by ALL YOU. We've got ShyPrincess overcoming fear of posting words that RHYME, She's gotta take that one big extra step, no doubt it'll be SUBLIME. Hats off to F_orgotten, bittersweet is memories of the PAST, Its no doubt your sense of self and strong persistence paid out at LAST. I'm gonna be straight and say "You're hot!", because my eyes aren't made of GLASS, And those twin peaks in your pic won't be forgotten very FAST ;-) We've got return of Bigmamma who's poem I thought was that of someone DYING, And made me want to grow wings, I always had imagined myself FLYING. Good old Mado is back, again providing insights far and WIDE, MissKay's returned with a confession that she owned a SLIP AND SLIDE. How's the snoring dude? Well, I can sure guess that no one's really PERFECT, But the selfless man of tenderness sure sounds like he is WORTH IT. Now where was I? That's right, I forgot, silly me, I was gonna talk about my DICK. At the risk of feeling insensitive, so I'll make it extra QUICK. Yo, yo, big Mado, are you just hitting on me because I'M EXPERIMENTAL? You know, I rarely swing that way these days, though I do have the CREDENTIALS. Though being Roman isn't one, yes, I know, quite right, the thought is quite APPEALING. The truth is my gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. great grandfather got shipped out here because of STEALING. But I'll tell you this, I do insist, quite rightly, and I hope you'll beg my PARDON, But when you called my funky junk "spunky", it gave me a RAGING HARD ON. You've made my fuckit list, got me a new "to-do", and at the risk of sounding TRAGIC, It's a 3-way with you and Tara while we're WATCHING MONKEY MAGIC! Yor yor yeah yor yor yeah, see what I did there? Oh yes, I'm a randy STALLION. But really, you had me at: "When I was livin' next door to ALLAN!" 😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃
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gazpacho
12 years ago
You're all loosey goosey tonight! You're right.. Sex is so much better when you don't think about it, I reckon... it's all in the doing. HugsGazpacho xxxx
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RHP User
12 years ago
Very good Unrushed. Now you just have to find the enter key.
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madotara69
12 years ago
Well he doesn't have any problems with pressing the right buttons, enter is just a matter of time. he he
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RHP User
12 years ago
WHO THE FUCK IS ALLAN?
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madotara69
12 years ago
Quoting 'MissKay' WHO THE FUCK IS ALLAN? MissKay was the dance we had in Australiana Your bloody topic. he he.
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madotara69
12 years ago
MissKay.
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RHP User
12 years ago
somebody gets it x
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RHP User
12 years ago
I've probably missed something, but, 'Living Next Door To Alan' is a piss-take by Aussie, Kevin Bloody Wilson of Smokie's hit, "Living next door to Alice. Funny stuff!
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RHP User
12 years ago
She had too many a drunken nightHer & her Dad got in a fightShe left the city and headed out westDown to the place where ethnic is best She went to Marrickville(Guitar slam here)Oh Marrickville(Guitar slam here)You don't need the pill(Guitar slam here)In ethnic Marrickville....(Guess what goes here?)
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RHP User
12 years ago
What words will I write? What look into my world invite. Now or then, only I can decide when. Here or there, only I can deide where. Or maybe we can stay in this moment, sharing my inner foment. I want what I say to matter as I share the thoughts in my head that chatter. The voices that fight on my left shoulder, and my right. . As I wonder, what words will I write... .
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RHP User
12 years ago
and I reckon he knew it It really wasn't that hard to intuit. There was a look in my eyes I could not disguise. And a lean in my stance that said, hey, let's dance. I'm not here looking for romance. just to take advantage of circumstance. I don't need to know your name if to you, that's all the same. . Thanks for the drink! *Chink*
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RHP User
12 years ago
Ms Peachy, you'll find Allan here: http://redhotpie.com.au/Adult-Forums/Australiana-43590-Page3
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RHP User
12 years ago
Ms Peachy, you'll find Allan here: http://redhotpie.com.au/Adult-Forums/Australiana-43590-Page3 ;-)
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RHP User
12 years ago
Thanks Unrushed!
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RHP User
12 years ago
Yo, yo, Kissk, it's true, I am a man that's on a MISSION, But it seems from my former post that I have made a rude OMISSION. But it's a optical illusion, yes, it's not like I'm one who does not CARE, Due to delayed post approval, your fine poem just was not THERE. So a quick note here to say to you I know that lonely PATH, And to say, even though i missed it, it moved me and touched my HEART. But I should keep in character here, cause I'm not soft, and I like to cause a RIPPLE, And ask you kindly if you'd lower that sheet so I can see your NIPPLE. Yes this persona is cheap, and for multifaceted me, is kind of left of CENTRE, but I'll post a poem as soon a paragraph comes from my PC when I hit ENTER. Yes, I know its a blur of words, and yes, I know I'm not ALONE, From the other 63,000 RHP members who are cursing THEIR IPHONE!
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gazpacho
12 years ago
Lmfao unrushed. I have no idea how you manage to write on an iPhone. Brilliant man xxx Hugs Gazpacho
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madotara69
12 years ago
The eerie mist, upon she stows Peaceful whispers,flickering shadows In the light of dark, her eyes closed She lay there sleeping, dreaming, shallow Embers glowing bright, hot sparks dancing Warm her skin, yet soft and moist Thighs slightly parted, heart gently panting Hearts arrows, swords duel, passions joist Silky droplet, pearly it glistens Hidden valley, the darkness listens Breath drawn sharp, deep stall then poised Drawing circles, fingers lightly stroll the fringes Quiet murmurs, sleeping joy, closed eyes flicker A thief in the night, a faceless figure Gently flowing, scented river Sleeping throws, thoughts not bitter Legs in rhythm, begin to quiver She lay there, embers bright Sparks dance, fairies fly A virgin taken, in the lustful night Eyes open, enter the light She wakes, intense the dream, it's shadows in flight The faceless figure, her thief of the night In the new light of day, she lays there awakened Fingers wet, her thief, no intention mistaken Embers warm, new day begins, in soft morning light Sleeping virgin, taken, She, her thief, and his shadows of the night Mado Mado Tara xx
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madotara69
12 years ago
Is the size of her tits
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madotara69
12 years ago
By shivers , by ckickey, by golly, by gosh slivers of timber, great falling rocks Be careful, ShyPrincess, do take care Best to get the fuck out of there.
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RHP User
12 years ago
The traffic glides byThe ceiling fans cryThe birds in the parkAlone in the dark She waits for her lifeLoosely holding the knifeNot leaving a markAlone in the dark An idea formsFull of glitter and stormsBut only a sparkAlone in the dark Her skin flushed and glistenedIf only she'd listenedIt's time to embarkAlone in the dark Too long in disdainPunctuated by painA caustic remarkAlone in the dark She remembers to breatheA moments reprieveThe walls are so starkAlone in the dark The black dog inhalesEncouraged by wailsBut not one single barkAlone in the dark Searching for airSo stretched she could tearHooked like a sharkAlone in the dark
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RHP User
12 years ago
Hey. Hey. HeyHey. Hey. HeyHey, hey. HeyJ J J J Jessie JStomp Stomp I've arrivedDrop the beat, nasty face, why you lookin at me?Flying, Flying, Flying, Flying, Flying, through the skyIn my spaceship I'm an alien tonightDirty DD, dirty, DD Dirty fuck you sucker,You think I can't get hooked like you you mother fucker I can do it like a brotherDo it it like a dudeGrab my crutch, wear my hat low like youI can do it like a brotherDo it it like a dudeGrab my crutch, wear my hat low like you I'll face the RHP wrath, sharing anyway.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_1thTFgO-g
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gazpacho
12 years ago
Quoting 'CravingTouch' The traffic glides byThe ceiling fans cryThe birds in the parkAlone in the dark She waits for her lifeLoosely holding the knifeNot leaving a markAlone in the dark An idea formsFull of glitter and stormsBut only a sparkAlone in the dark Her skin flushed and glistenedIf only she'd listenedIt's time to embarkAlone in the dark Too long in disdainPunctuated by painA caustic remarkAlone in the dark She remembers to breatheA moments reprieveThe walls are so starkAlone in the dark The black dog inhalesEncouraged by wailsBut not one single barkAlone in the dark Searching for airSo stretched she could tearHooked like a sharkAlone in the dark I love it. You know you're not exactly alone... all the poets go there!And, I have bumped into some really memorable and friendly people alone in the dark (on a little path leading to a beach near the marina in Coffs Harbour). I should write a little poem about this one time... hawt! HugsGazpacho
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MsJonesy
12 years ago
You have the gift.... for words I mean
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RHP User
12 years ago
Heh, thanks guys. I've always had a dark and twisted edge to my poetry and song writing. I like to pretend I'm a tortured artist, but really I'm just a privileged white girl. I'll be 'right mayte.
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RHP User
12 years ago
invisible unimportant disillusioned disappointed resentful used cry sexy alive sleep friends love unwanted survivor triggers shoot thankful family trust saved caring procrastinate late pedantic sensual laugh swim fly jump fall summer hot love last first fear anger apathy blame go leave magic joy adult play give words many speak little much respect hurt greed ignorance talk communicate learn heart broken best name me
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RHP User
12 years ago
Brilliant! That made me laugh. And so did Tim, very apt.
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RHP User
12 years ago
Quoting 'ShyPrincess74' Quoting 'MrsPeachyPear' invisible unimportant disillusioned disappointed resentful used cry sexy alive sleep friends love unwanted survivor triggers shoot thankful family trust saved caring procrastinate late pedantic sensual laugh swim fly jump fall summer hot love last first fear anger apathy blame go leave magic joy adult play give words many speak little much respect hurt greed ignorance talk communicate learn heart broken best name me I'm such a fan of stream of consciousness writing ... and I hope you are feeling better today. :-) That was my very first attempt! I'm normally a reason and rhymer . And yes, I am feeling better today! Thank you for asking.
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RHP User
12 years ago
Life is what you make it !! Meaning of life is what you want it to be !! Simple things in life !! A rich man is full of cash ! But love does this man have ? A rich man is full of love ! But cash this man not need ! Woman is beautiful unique and free ! Inside she screams shes trapped its not me!! When we look to close we never see ! So look inside our answers will be Our faith in us eternally! Born your soul of truth you'll see! Born with spirit to share be free Born with a heart that bends But not breaks But will feel like it has when it aches! Our mind is our biggest challenge here ! Instinct its our faith its truth its clear ! You know write You know wrong Yin and yang Every song Written down Spoken out Locked up or just hanged Our life is simple when we love and we care lend a hand from above individual life we live simple we eat we sleep . And to help another ? you want to share ? First help yourself its not selfish Its fair look inside your soul i dare ? Born to die thats just not fair ! So love your life your self and care When you love you your life then share ! - Posted from rhpmobile
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gazpacho
12 years ago
Quoting 'ShyPrincess74' LOL ... have you heard Tim Minchin's song "Rock'n'roll nerd"? Your comment reminded me of that! Check it out on youtube, it's hysterical. And I think there's a little tortured artist in this white girl too. ;-)I enjoyed that song immensely thank you.HugsGazpacho
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gazpacho
12 years ago
BigOcean... you've been brought up in the Catholic education system! You've expressed some very positive sentiments mate. No doubt part of what makes you so attractive... I mean this in a non sexual way, (at least until we meet in person when I can decide on that score. :p) You should write more poetry. It's refreshing, like salty water spraying out the back of a wave. HugsGazza
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RHP User
12 years ago
You should no better than to assume??? I went to a public school My religion surfing My church the ocean My god me My soul my truth - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
12 years ago
Locals!! Who is a local Do they sit out the back Aggressive and vocal Do they live there at all Or they just passing through Dont look around Im talking to you I think a local is born in a town They live they play They never move round Now once you have left Your little abode Your no longer the local Your on the road. - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
12 years ago
Does any body know this bloke He's a keeper He's a peeper He's a stayer He's a player He's a man He's a boy He's got charm He's still got toys He's a city boy He's a farmers son He's a lying prick He's the most honest you will pick He's a handsome fellow He's just so mellow He's an ugly Jo He's loud and rude lets go He's a brother He's a dad He's a boyfriend He's gone mad He's a son He's your ex He's your mate He's gunna pick you up at 8 He's a good fuck He's got a hot mate He's a pain He's always running late He's on time He's an old fart He's lived and learnt He's just bitter and not smart He's so well trained He's got a great life He's just a man He's just a man and one day you may be his wife.!!! - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
12 years ago
Square peg, round hole jigsaw pieces stewn around Feelings mixed rise and fall eenie, meenie miny mo. Snail attennas reach out seek, touch, retreat. Run, hide, Expose no softness, Cry inside Better that way Anger, fear. Caring, laughter, music, happy and sad Questions asked. Thoughts and feelings scattered across the computer screen This part on that tab That part on another. All the parts that make a 3d puzzle. Still only a small part of me and my world. .
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RHP User
12 years ago
Dear Peachy, I have enjoyed all your offerings on this thread. Your stream of consciousness writing is great. I love the rawness and the honesty. Your last poem as well has so much depth and feeling. And it reminds me that a wise person once said "the whole is greater than the sum of its parts". Continue exploring your parts so you can truly know your greatness. xox
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RHP User
12 years ago
Man, I am so impressed with your offerings. Far out, and I love your definition of your religion. My church . . . . the landscape in which I dwellMy religion . . . . respectmy goddess . . . . the earthmy guru . . . . . . me Can we have dinner? I reckon I could talk to you all night.
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RHP User
12 years ago
You are obviously talented.
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RHP User
12 years ago
I licked a girl and I liked it....The taste of her musky sweetness.We are joined,Deeply, Grinding, Needing,Lusting...Her skin I lightly touch with a teasing caress.She comes again and again in a rising wave of feelings.Our minds aligned in the music of our passion.Friends with the benefit of a soundtrack, looking forward to the next release.
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gazpacho
12 years ago
Brilliant. Puts a smile on my face. I used to live down South NSW. I was there about 12 years but still not considered a local. Hugs Gazpacho
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RHP User
12 years ago
Quoting 'ShyPrincess74' "How are you?"Broken. Tired. Rewriting the definition of "lonely" as it doesn't quiteencapsulatethis. So sick of never feeling good enough.So sick of wondering if you thinkI'm good enoughsexy enoughsmart enoughanything enough.Putting on the appropriate mask for the day that I have to face.The hat to suit the mask.The smile to suit everything.And I craft the only responsethat I'm brave enough (cowering behind my mask)to offer."I'm fine thanks, how are you?" I can really relate to what you've written. xxx . Thank you dear Wild, you're an inspiration. XXX
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RHP User
12 years ago
Awesome! And 'fine'. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your involvement.
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MsJonesy
12 years ago
Luv that... "Honest"... And most timely...thank you. :)
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RHP User
12 years ago
I have returned home with a smile on my face after visiting a special place today where we can all say how we feel honestly. it's pretty awesome!
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RHP User
12 years ago
Quoting 'gazpacho51' Quoting 'ShyPrincess74' LOL ... have you heard Tim Minchin's song "Rock'n'roll nerd"? Your comment reminded me of that! Check it out on youtube, it's hysterical. And I think there's a little tortured artist in this white girl too. ;-)I enjoyed that song immensely thank you.HugsGazpacho Me and my friend did too! Thanks Shy Lady :)
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madotara69
12 years ago
I wake to see her dreaming Eyes closed peaceful smile Is it me and our miles? Is it her and me the meanings Or of adventures in other time someone, another, not of me? A pleasant feeling wells with rhyme She is free, she is not mine I love her dreaming all the time Peaceful smile, her heart defined Humble to me it is us Our time the adventures Rough lumps and bumps Comfort, cares and lust She lay there dreaming in love With me the man Who sees her as one Her own, her self, her fun Yes special she I love Dreaming fine no not enough Life for her I must Dreams not just dreams Dreams are just She lay next to me Peaceful and smiles Eyes closed peaceful and free Oh it is, clear and precise Tara she is and means to me Everything so it just seems I lay there awake with a smile To see the dreams showing our miles (somewhere in an envelope unopened, it's mine) Mado Mado Tara xx
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RHP User
12 years ago
Beautiful Mado, I love the love you have for Tara. :-)
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madotara69
12 years ago
lost count of the poems, stories to Tara Should she ever need them, they are all here she has them tucked away. Mado Mado Tara xx
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