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PerVirtuous
February 6th, 2006, 06:34 PM
The wind rustling the leaves
the birds nesting in the eaves
as the summer gently passes
You are the purest of the lasses
I wish to make you mine

The clouds sleeping in the sky
The dogs chasing butterflies
As the grass grows strong and true
and fireflies spell out "I Love You"
I wish to make you mine

The summer breeze fair and cool
makes little eddys in the pool
and shadows cast by setting sun
say I will be your number one
I will make you mine

HappyLady
February 6th, 2006, 06:41 PM
Ohhhh...that is soooo sweet. If you wrote that for someone, that must be one special gal...or guy.

Speaking of guys and gals, here is a love story in disguise!

OediPus-sy Complex

I walked into the room and it was smoky.
Not smoky like when filled with ringlets of mingling cigarettes
But smoky like I just walked into the fog.
Not the fog of a charcoal mist night
But the fog of oblivion.

All eyes turned on me
And I only saw yours.
But in the peripheral view
I saw all the other eyes
And they were judging
How small
Was
I.

But your eyes did not judge
And that is why I fixed on them.
Your eyes were like bulbous blue balls
Not like swirled marbles
But like the satin glass balls that adorn gardens.

I slinked toward them trying to hide from the judges.
I was wearing a skirt too short for my short legs.
I thought I could pull it off with the stilettos
But they just made my legs look even shorter.
Very self-conscious
Was
I.

I walked through the fog with my shoulders outward
As if my shoulders were pushing the fog aside.
But it lingered just deep enough so that I could
Keep my eyes on you.

When I got to the side of the room
Where all the cool people were sitting
I hugged the wall
Where
Was
I.

You took my hand and peeled it from the wall
And said, “Sir, are you lost?”
I gave you a knowing look
Wondering how you found me out.
Stilettos, short skirt and all.
In the most feminine voice I could muster,
I said, “I can’t make it through this fog.”

You said, “Your voice…it sounds like…
An out of tune trombone!”
And you laughed.
Very angry
Was
I.

I thought to take off my red hot stiletto
And smash it through your bulbous eye.
But a crier
Was
I.

Black mascara fell off my eyes in clumps
Mixed with my muddy tears.
“Bastard”, I said in my God-given voice,
Since it did not seem to sound so different
From the feminine voice I had been practicing.

You laughed and handed me something,
“I think you dropped this.”
In my hand you placed the saline filled fake breast
That I ordered from a special catalog.
It wasn’t plastic like those other ones,
But soft and life-like with a nipple molded onto it
Feeling, not like the perky breast of a woman
But like a stress ball…with a nipple.
Embarassed
Was
I.

The fog suddenly lifted, but I still could not see
As my mascara had clumped covering my eyes
With black paste.

It was sticky, like white glue, only black.

I began to panic because I could not see.
I screamed, “Judgers! All of you! Judgers!”
As I awoke, in my mother’s arms,
Safe from all the bulbous eyes.
I kissed her full on her moist lips.
None the wiser
Was
I.

PerVirtuous
February 6th, 2006, 06:46 PM
It's so LONG! I love it! Please tell me I helped inspire you in some small way?

It's, indescribable! Oh, I must top this one. I'll be back!

I didn't get the gal or guy comment. Aren't Lasses guys? I don't speak Irish or English, but I think so. But then, aren't all poems bisexual? Like Shakespeare? You'll have to explain that to me.

I thought your poem was brilliant, although the ending was somewhat of a surprise. After all, your mom's not that hawt.

HappyLady
February 6th, 2006, 07:05 PM
It's so LONG! I love it! Please tell me I helped inspire you in some small way?

That part that says, "Bastard"...yeah...that was all you, baby. Do you feel the love?

Seriously, I was inspired to write that as I drove through downtown yesterday. Our "downtown" used to be quaint and nice...years ago, but it has been overtaken by ghetto, gangs, prostitutes, and...on one corner...a little homosexual/transexual club called "The Scarab". I have heard it is actually a pretty cool place to hang out, though I've never been. My hairdresser that I had years ago used to frequent it. He was definitely homosexual and I used his persona as the caricature for this poem. He was a little corny, awkward and often tripped over his words. I could definitely see him as the character in the poem.

But as I drove by the club, it made me wonder about the lives of those who frequent those places and how harshly they are judged by society and what mental problems accurse them as a result of their life's issues.


But then, aren't all poems bisexual?

No. That poem was transexual and incestual. Not an ounce of bisexuality in it. Was it THAT BAD???

HappyLady
February 6th, 2006, 07:22 PM
After all, your mom's not that hawt.

I am SO not telling her you said that! And it wasn't MY mom you goof, but my hairdresser's mom...duh.

Mr. Hyde
February 6th, 2006, 07:26 PM
Aren't Lasses guys? I don't speak Irish or English, but I think so.
Lasses are ladies, Lads are fellas.


Please know I still love thee.

So smart and so deep.
Her malapropisms so stunning.
Under the lamp of night,
To deliver a devilish punning.

The thought of her heart,
Her words intwined
Entering my brain,
Frivilously in my mind.

Until I'm so hypnotised,
Cold with chilly love.
Killing off the former self,
Until I'm floating like a dove.

Please know I still love thee.

----------------------

Twisting to glimpse a phrase.
Wondering what to say.
All day long in his po-etry,
Till there's nothing left to say.

sylouette
February 6th, 2006, 07:39 PM
When you left the room
the door closed with a boom
I cried and cried and cried
I felt my soul had died

You just walked out like that
because you said i was fat
you didn't like me any more
so you walked out the door

I stood and dried my eyes
and looked down at my thighs
I didn't think that they were bad
but big ole' hips are what i had

I worked out so hard to get him back
and lifted weights to firm my rack
I biked and biked to thin my hips
and then i went and pierced my nips

I called him on the phone one day
and said come meet me here, okay?
I opened the door and said "Look at me now!"
and OH MY GOD......he was a cow!!!!!

I looked at him and said "Oh Dear"!
He said, "I decided I didn't care!
I love you Angel, no matter what
Even if you have a big fat butt!"

I wrapped my arms around his neck
and gave his lips a little peck
I whispered, "I don't mean to be so crass"
then shouted: "don't let the door hit you in the ass!"

sylouette
February 6th, 2006, 08:00 PM
You guys ROCK at writing romance poems.

PerVirtuous
February 7th, 2006, 01:54 AM
That part that says, "Bastard"...yeah...that was all you, baby. Do you feel the love?

Of course I do, after all, it is my turn.


Seriously, I was inspired to write that as I drove through downtown yesterday. Our "downtown" used to be quaint and nice...years ago, but it has been overtaken by ghetto, gangs, prostitutes, and...on one corner...a little homosexual/transexual club called "The Scarab". I have heard it is actually a pretty cool place to hang out, though I've never been. My hairdresser that I had years ago used to frequent it. He was definitely homosexual and I used his persona as the caricature for this poem. He was a little corny, awkward and often tripped over his words. I could definitely see him as the character in the poem.

That's just lovely.


But as I drove by the club, it made me wonder about the lives of those who frequent those places and how harshly they are judged by society and what mental problems accurse them as a result of their life's issues.

And nobody better to get inside their heads than you!




No. That poem was transexual and incestual. Not an ounce of bisexuality in it. Was it THAT BAD???

Oh. See, that's what I get for being a single-partner heterosexual. I just can't understand this stuff. My bad.

PerVirtuous
February 7th, 2006, 01:56 AM
I am SO not telling her you said that! And it wasn't MY mom you goof, but my hairdresser's mom...duh.

Oh, well, if your hairdresser's mom is hawt by all means, kiss her for me. I'm beginning to see your depth of character.


Please know I still love thee.

This made me feel like jitterbugging. It was alive with love. Kinda like something one would write to a mentally unstable ex.


When you left the room
the door closed with a boom
I cried and cried and cried
I felt my soul had died, etc.

This is so, so, so, so YOU! Wonderful! I noticed you left it untitled. Could I be so bold as to suggest one? F**k Me? F**k You! Fatass! Perfect name for a romantic ode.


You guys ROCK at writing romance poems.

It's all about the capacity you have for love. If you have that deep understanding of love you can put it on paper like it was wiped there.

PerVirtuous
February 7th, 2006, 02:20 AM
OK. Inspired by HL's views on love and stuff, I have decided that I should expand my horizons. If love is good, then twice the love should be twice as good. So, I wrote this for her and whoever she rolls out of the Scarab with.

It's kinda to a Cole Porter like tune.

Bi-Sexual Girls

The Sox have won the series, so it occurs to me
That anything is possible so I think I will see
I’ll write a little personal and just quite possibly,
I’ll find a couple bi-sexual girls, I’ll find a couple bi-sexual girls

I know just what will happen the first time that we meet
We’ll make a couple sandwiches and then we’ll stop to eat
And then we’ll get some nourishment like bread and cheese and meat
Me and a couple bi-sexual girls, me and a couple bi-sexual girls

It’s sorta double poker, two hands have got two pair
And they can start without me and I really wouldn’t care
I’d just pull out my freak flag and wave it everywhere
Me and a couple bi-sexual girls, me and a couple bi-sexual girls

Just think of the logistics, it’s any woman’s dream
Someone to share the shopping with, just half a house to clean
And think of conservation, we'd shower as a team
Me and a couple bi-sexual girls, me and a couple bi-sexual girls

I won’t make any judgments no matter what I see
If they will kindly keep their strapons far away from me
(Unless they get me drunk first, and then we’ll wait and see)
Me and a couple bi-sexual girls, me and a couple bi-sexual girls

PerVirtuous
February 7th, 2006, 03:04 PM
BUNKMATES IN HELL

Irony on steroids
we will be bunkmates in hell
naked egomania
two freaks in a burning cell

Valour's gone South
and honesty's lyin'
our integrity hit its head and
we laughed 'till we both started cryin'

Wink and innuendo
I think I know just how you feel
powertrip or true love
the ego has its own sex appeal

"You are soooo cute!"
"We are on fire!"
"You are sooooo right!"
"Preach to the choir!"

Phallic Narcissism
the two of us under its spell
avalance of judgements
we will be bunkmates in hell
we will be bunkmates in hell
we will be bunkmates in hell

sylouette
February 7th, 2006, 03:31 PM
OK. Inspired by HL's views on love and stuff, I have decided that I should expand my horizons. If love is good, then twice the love should be twice as good. So, I wrote this for her and whoever she rolls out of the Scarab with.

It's kinda to a Cole Porter like tune.

Bi-Sexual Girls

The Sox have won the series, so it occurs to me
That anything is possible so I think I will see
I’ll write a little personal and just quite possibly,
I’ll find a couple bi-sexual girls, I’ll find a couple bi-sexual girls

I know just what will happen the first time that we meet
We’ll make a couple sandwiches and then we’ll stop to eat
And then we’ll get some nourishment like bread and cheese and meat
Me and a couple bi-sexual girls, me and a couple bi-sexual girls

It’s sorta double poker, two hands have got two pair
And they can start without me and I really wouldn’t care
I’d just pull out my freak flag and wave it everywhere
Me and a couple bi-sexual girls, me and a couple bi-sexual girls

Just think of the logistics, it’s any woman’s dream
Someone to share the shopping with, just half a house to clean
And think of conservation, we'd shower as a team
Me and a couple bi-sexual girls, me and a couple bi-sexual girls

I won’t make any judgments no matter what I see
If they will kindly keep their strapons far away from me
(Unless they get me drunk first, and then we’ll wait and see)
Me and a couple bi-sexual girls, me and a couple bi-sexual girls

What a wonderful contribution to bi-sexual girls, PERV!!!! BRAVO BRAVO!!!! MARVELOUS WORK HERE! JUST MARVELOUS! But I think the title should have probably ran more along the lines of something like you suggested for mine:

F*CK HER!! F*CK HER!! PLEASE?

GoldPhoenix
February 7th, 2006, 04:33 PM
The wind rustling the leaves
the birds nesting in the eaves
as the summer gently passes
You are the purest of the lasses
I wish to make you mine

The clouds sleeping in the sky
The dogs chasing butterflies
As the grass grows strong and true
and fireflies spell out "I Love You"
I wish to make you mine

The summer breeze fair and cool
makes little eddys in the pool
and shadows cast by setting sun
say I will be your number one
I will make you mine

Not the most Romantic poem. Romantic in spirit, but I needs more complex rhymes IMO.

PerVirtuous
February 7th, 2006, 06:10 PM
What a wonderful contribution to bi-sexual girls, PERV!!!! BRAVO BRAVO!!!! MARVELOUS WORK HERE! JUST MARVELOUS! But I think the title should have probably ran more along the lines of something like you suggested for mine:

F*CK HER!! F*CK HER!! PLEASE?


Hmmmmm... How about F*ck Me, f*ck her, please? I think it has promise. We could collaborate some more if you like.

HappyLady
February 8th, 2006, 06:29 PM
Time ticks tick tock
Said I'd meet you nine o'clock
Time goes
Wind blows
Uh oh.

Time flies bird's eye
You were just about to tell my why
Time fades
Grass blades
Decades.

Time machine queen
Where have you been
Slow me down
Earthy ground
Unbound.

Time bomb master
Can't you go any faster
Catch up!
Spilled the cup
Times up!

Time heals all wounds
Never too soon
Clocks unwind
Yours and mine...
Til next time.

PerVirtuous
February 8th, 2006, 07:02 PM
Time ticks tick tock
Said I'd meet you nine o'clock
Time goes
Wind blows
Uh oh. Etc.

Wow! Deep and sticky like a tar pit! I love it. ('Cept the part about the jerk who didn't keep his appointment)

tinkerbell
February 8th, 2006, 07:44 PM
Lesbian Whore
I want you bad. I will spray your leathery skin with Jovan Musk & generic baby oil.
Your roots of cooper, tips like cotton
I love you jiggly bottom.
LA Gear, scuffed at the bottom,eat my chocolate from the shiny heart shaped box.
when we are finished we will watch Roseanne.
I love you....YOU COMPLETE ME!

PerVirtuous
February 9th, 2006, 02:21 AM
Lesbian Whore
I want you bad. I will spray your leathery skin with Jovan Musk & generic baby oil.
Your roots of cooper, tips like cotton
I love you jiggly bottom.
LA Gear, scuffed at the bottom,eat my chocolate from the shiny heart shaped box.
when we are finished we will watch Roseanne.
I love you....YOU COMPLETE ME!

Wow. I didn't know Lesbian Whores were so sensitive and deep. On a scale of 1 to 10 I give it a B+. Have you ever been to the Scarab? Do you like sandwiches? Are you hawt like HL's hairdresser's mom? Romance rules!

What's a cooper root?

tinkerbell
February 9th, 2006, 04:52 AM
There is not a card in all of Hallmark, that can describe the eternal flame burning for you in my heart. Just like that candle on Elvis' grave, my love will burn hot for you until the last grain of sand is blown from the Desert.

GoldPhoenix
February 9th, 2006, 12:10 PM
Lesbian Whore
I want you bad. I will spray your leathery skin with Jovan Musk & generic baby oil.
Your roots of cooper, tips like cotton
I love you jiggly bottom.
LA Gear, scuffed at the bottom,eat my chocolate from the shiny heart shaped box.
when we are finished we will watch Roseanne.
I love you....YOU COMPLETE ME!
Since I might get another negative rep point from Perv if I make a joke, I guess I'll have to refrain. :tup:

Oh **** it. :devil:

GREAT POEM YOU LESBIAN WHORE!


:kiss:

PerVirtuous
February 9th, 2006, 01:38 PM
Since I might get another negative rep point from Perv if I make a joke, I guess I'll have to refrain. :tup:

Oh **** it. :devil:

GREAT POEM YOU LESBIAN WHORE!


:kiss:


Naw. That WAS funny.

sylouette
February 9th, 2006, 01:41 PM
PERV gave a negative rep point!!!!??????? NO WAY! I don't believe it!

PERV PERV PERV!!! What have you done???


My sweet loving Perv
You gave a negative rep
Gosh, I couldn't believe my eyes
Oh how much I had wept

So although you didn't give it to me
However to a good dear friend
Oh my sweet PERV PERV PERV
How and when will this evil streak END?

What shall I do with my broken heart now?
Have you lost your mind?
After all we've been through?
To neg rep anyone is unkind!!!

As I wipe my tears away,
Not knowing what to think..
After hearing you neg repped
Sh*t! that really does stink!

So where is my sweet loving Perv?


*sniffle sniffle*

tinkerbell
February 9th, 2006, 02:17 PM
Perv is my fierce protector.

PerVirtuous
February 9th, 2006, 02:51 PM
PERV gave a negative rep point!!!!??????? NO WAY! I don't believe it!

PERV PERV PERV!!! What have you done???


My sweet loving Perv
You gave a negative rep
Gosh, I couldn't believe my eyes
Oh how much I had wept

So although you didn't give it to me
However to a good dear friend
Oh my sweet PERV PERV PERV
How and when will this evil streak END?

I worship you so you know
because you are cootieless
and I can not keep on though
if you're on neg-rep duty list

What shall I do with my broken heart now?
Have you lost your mind?
After all we've been through?
To neg rep anyone is unkind!!!

As I wipe my tears away,
Not knowing what to think..
After hearing you neg repped
Sh*t! that really does stink!

So where is my sweet loving Perv?


*sniffle sniffle*

My innocent Syl
It's OK, just chill
and take a small pill
before you get ill

I done what I doed
for I am one dude
who's just such a prude
I cannot stand lewd

if its gnarly use
so lamely obtuse
might cause a bruise
then I blow a fuse

but when it's in fun
as just here was done
then I'll flip out none
and all is A-one!

So, a post's effects
are drawn by context
as long as it checks
there'll be no more wrecks.

I am here, behind this lead coated steel door. Whadaya want?

tinkerbell
February 9th, 2006, 03:56 PM
Roses are red
Violets are blue
So are your balls
since I stopped screwing you

TA DA

sylouette
February 9th, 2006, 05:14 PM
Roses are red
Violets are blue
So are your balls
since I stopped screwing you

TA DA

|| || My god woman! Where have you been hiding all that talent??? YOU GOT IT GOIN' ON GIRL!


Roses are red
Violets are blue
Let me pinch that hiney
and tell you i love you!

You might think i'm lyin
and only want your toosh
but baby you got it goin' on
let me get into that b***!

UH HUH! UH HUH
I love you! I love you!
UH HUH! UH HUH!
I want you! I want you!

mmmmmmmmmmmm. gimme gimme

tinkerbell
February 9th, 2006, 05:22 PM
The world is just not ready for the power of my poetry..

Snoop
February 9th, 2006, 05:25 PM
The world is just not ready for the power of my poetry..Tink - I'll have to agree with you there. It's impossible to spam a writing club thread, so we're all safe, but blue balls could be considered sexual content by some moderators.

sylouette
February 9th, 2006, 05:31 PM
Tink - I'll have to agree with you there. It's impossible to spam a writing club thread, so we're all safe, but blue balls could be considered sexual content by some moderators.

How so????:dunno:

http://www.wheresjames.com/starbgs/Blue%20Balls.jpg

HappyLady
February 9th, 2006, 06:05 PM
Ode To Tinkerbell (Sweet Ass)

The lesbian love of my life
Is no secret to tell
If I were a guy I'd make her my wife
My luscious lover Tinkerbell.

We have lusted and fantasized
It's been going on two years
I don't know how many times we've been ostracized
Little boys and girls with their silly fears.

But when I'm alone at night
And my hands begin to wander
I get Tinkerbell in my sight
And I give her hiney a gander.

That's really all it takes and I'm set
It's no secret I'm pretty easy
A little fairy dust and sweat
With just a pinch of sleazy.

No matter how many years pass
There will never be another
My B-itch, my ho, my sweet ass,
My Tinkerbell...my lesbian lover.

:kiss: I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! :kiss:

tinkerbell
February 9th, 2006, 06:32 PM
GOSH, Where is the friggen tissues when you need them (sniff sniff) That's one for the fridge.

southernbelle
February 9th, 2006, 06:34 PM
Okay, I haven't written in years, but here we go....


A walrus and a monkey, floating out at sea,
Deep in love and holding hearts
Until one day, suddenly,
Monkey turns to walrus; says."I'm afraid to say ..
this dear, but, this will have to end."
Walrus starts to cry, then holding back a tear,
"why?" was all that was muttered..as her heart started to descend

Monkey grabbed a flipper and said so gentily..
" Out on this sea I've realized, you're not the one for me."
And then, turned and looked away.
Walrus, said, "well, fine. I enjoyed what we had until today
I hope you'll find another one that suits you better. and that's all I have to say."
Off went little walrus, sad, heartbroken too.
Into the water; blue.

Then, suddenly monkey realized he was all alone at sea..
As he floated, oh so still...
No longer with company.
Yes, her would really miss her...especially her flippers.

Because now, you see, he's still floating..
Walrus is not there...with flippers to push the raft..
And monkeys suck at boating.
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
I'm a dork!!

Mr. Hyde
February 9th, 2006, 08:06 PM
Can't wait to feel those lips,
Until we meet again,
Never a long enough-embrace,
Together once again.

-----------------

PerVirtuous
February 9th, 2006, 08:14 PM
They just keep getting better and better. Monkey at Sea, Monkey in Doo-doo is a tear-jerker! I don't know how you come up with that stuff! It's great! There's not enough acid in Maine for me to come up with something that deep. I don't know how I will top these last few, but I will try.




True-oo-oo Love

Your father's just a drunkard and he's puking on the rug
your brother's in the bathroom shooting up with drugs
your sister's willing to give away what she hasn't got for sale
if I gave your mom a biscuit then I bet she'd wag her tail.

You're my true-oo-oo love, you're my tru-oo-oo-oo-oo love.

Your uncle is a sadist works security at the mall
your aunt works at the Metro station cleaning bathroom stalls
your grandmother sleeps at the barracks your grandfather sleeps at the zoo
is is any freaking wonder that I'm so in love with you?

You're my true-oo-oo love, you're my true-oo-oo-oo-oo love.

Your disposition's wicked but your bank account is sweet
your breath is not too pleasant, I would rather smell your feet
you've one eye in your forehead out of which you barely see
but your gums are soft and fuzzy that makes you the girl for me.

You're my true-oo-oo love, you're my tru-oo-oo-oo-oo love.






.

PerVirtuous
February 10th, 2006, 01:44 AM
The dense one ponders the significance of love and sees that he is loved beyond all measure. He enlarges the dent in his forehead.

The dense one puts his head upon the pillow and knows that in some imaginary world he gets to be king.

The dense one wakens to see that there is still nobody to clean up after him.

Undaunted, he cleans up after his love.

And spends the day offering unimaginable treasures to imaginary friends and lovers.

Who, for various reasons, are doing something far more important.

That cannot be found in this moment.

They'll get back to him.

He waits and collects interest that he will likely never spend.

Life is perfect.

southernbelle
February 10th, 2006, 07:17 AM
Hey Perv...that's really good. I like that.

PerVirtuous
February 10th, 2006, 08:05 AM
SB, fix me up with twins!

I have among my many thoughts one idea haunts me yet
that I have never had a date with sisters in a set
and as imagination is a stronger suit of mine
it is a thought I am inclined to ponder time to time

I know that with the average man this concept would get old
and many, many, before me have "where to go" been told
But I have one amazing trait that makes me right for it
my woundrous personality is absolutely split!

I count all moles and freckles on each woman's face I see
in case she has a sister that's almost the match to she
I want to make a good impression from the very start
So, I will always be prepared to tell two twins apart

I practiced in the mirror and I grimaced as I reached
and learned enough control that I could give an eye to each
so I can play no favorite (such gaffs make one seem a dunce)
I'll look at both and say, "Why you look lovely!" only once

I've studied tantric yoga as a way to learn to see
how to apply my knowledge of advanced geometry
so I have well prepared myself in both the mind and flesh
so if a pair would just consent I'm sure that we could mesh

Perhaps it is a pipe dream and I certainly would fail
to satisfy them properly, my tries to no avail
my self-esteem would someday come, my tears would someday dry
but, I will never know unless some brave twins let me try!!!

southernbelle
February 10th, 2006, 09:43 AM
Perv...you're seriously talented.

PerVirtuous
February 10th, 2006, 09:54 AM
Perv...you're seriously talented.

I can write pretty good, too.

southernbelle
February 10th, 2006, 09:57 AM
;) :blush: :bad:

sylouette
February 10th, 2006, 06:13 PM
Belle..........he's a great multitasker too!!!!! :yes:

He spent all night reading MY posts and WHO KNOWS WHAT ELSE at the same time!!!!

PerVirtuous
February 11th, 2006, 02:31 AM
Belle..........he's a great multitasker too!!!!! :yes:

He spent all night reading MY posts and WHO KNOWS WHAT ELSE at the same time!!!!

Well, if you must know, I was listening to Brittany and Jessica, watching TV Land, eating microwave popcorn, drinking Diet Pepsi, and worshipping you. That AND studying your numerous posts. That's all I remember anyways, I might have done something else...

PerVirtuous
February 11th, 2006, 04:42 AM
True love Double-decker Sandwichy-like Poem

You envy my one true love, my true love envies you
it has me in a quandry, I don't know what to do
I'd get you two together, Lord knows that I have tried
so many nights I've wondered, so many nights I've cried

Some things are meant to happen, some things are meant as jokes
some things are just ironic, too much for simple folks
it may seem like a bad dream, but bad dreams can come true
you envy my one true love, my true love envies you

You envy my one true love, my true love envies you
and Pee Wee had a theatre, Napolean Waterloo
I'm burdened with this conflict that I cannot resolve
How did we all arrive here? How did this thing evolve?

The spirit has decided, and I cannot change fate
humility's delicious, self-sacrifice tastes great
so I will keep my promise, forever to be true
to she you'll always envy, who always envies you

sylouette
February 11th, 2006, 07:49 AM
There is no kind of envy,
that plays a part in that;
at least not for the other,
who just tends to be a brat.

As for your true love's envy,
I'm not quite sure of why...
is it something the other has
in which she cannot buy?

Perhaps it is not envy
but just two peas in pods...
They both are so much alike,
which brings them both at odds.

Is it a love/hate relationship,
in which the hate cannot restrain?
Perhaps their spirits will open up
and let the puss of hatred drain.

So do not burden with this conflict;
for I know life always has a plan...
If the two can make it through this,
it will be without the help of a man.

PerVirtuous
February 11th, 2006, 11:29 AM
There is no kind of envy,
could lead me to be that;
at least not for the other one,
who's jealous cause she's flat.

As for your true love's envy,
I'm not quite sure of why...
what is it she won't give you
the other will supply?

Perhaps it's penis envy
that these two peas in pods...
do compensate for mightily
which brings them both at odds.

Is it a love/hate relationship,
or just the female brain?
that makes reality so hard
that conflict's such a strain.

So what then is this conflict;
and tell us what's your plan...
to get from this the things you want,
so you can be the man.



:lol: :insane: :devil: || :P :bad: :no: :tup: :dunno: :boogie: :kiss:

No! You are making me cleverer than I really am! :lol: That one didn't really belong in this thread,:no: I was trying to bury it!:devil: Yours is very nice, but it is not in any way an answer to the Sandwichy Thingy.:dunno: That one is not really about two different women. :kiss: WAIT! Let's change the meaning so it does fit!!!!!!!!. :tup: Yeah! Let's change it so that now it means what you :yes: thought it meant. That's prolly better than what I really meant anyways.:insane: Makes it fit this thread much better, that's true. Thanks, Syl! You made it better than it was!:lol: You know with all the smilies and doubletalk I'm trying to attract your attention so you don't see what I've done.:devil: I don't want to be the man, I am the man! That's why life is perfect. This thread was not without its purpose.:P

Xanadu Moo
February 11th, 2006, 12:52 PM
Somehow many of these verses read well with King Crimson playing in the background. I haven't figured out exactly why yet. But first I have to figure out the crimson king. That could take awhile. Their first 35 years of existence hasn't lent any clues. But the real question is why are many of these poems more substantive than those submitted in the poetry contest? Some of these are so good they scare you away from trying your own. I think that's good, or something.

HappyLady
February 11th, 2006, 01:16 PM
The Eminem Persona Poem

I don't really get what's goin' on around here
We're talkin' in code and masks made of fear
Perv's poem was about the conflict of self,
Syl made it about her, she's such a cute little elf.

I'm not one to talk in abstracts
Or throw out underhanded attacks
If I want to call you a bastard or b-itch
I'll tell it to you and not even flinch.
I don't have time for those kiddie games
Analyzing your targets and aims
Life's much more fun with the honest view
So I'll tell you I got no problem with you...or you...or you...or you.

ODN is everyone's happy little home
So some things do get on my nerves some
When you spend so much time with people you like
They're bound to make your panties take a hike.
I'm only saying the things that everyone is thinking,
(And you'll have to forgive me...all afternoon...White Zinfindel I've been drinking.)
Like Kevin Browning, the upstanding man
I love him, but he's driving some of us insane
Warning users 'cuz they made him mad,
Spamming and not seeing its bad,
Upholding the Christian laws
Then calling ideas dumb and all.
Saying he thinks some woman should fry
'Cuz she's screwed up in the head and doesn't know why.
Or Clive and his Christian way,
Telling someone he doesn't like them every day
Or Montalban the tantrum he threw
Dear King Sir Master, how SHOULD we address you?
Or Syl and Hyde spewing to all their relationship issues
Syl's mad at Hyde, someone get him some tissues!
For his tears and the load he'll be shootin' alone
Please guys! Take it to IM, PM, e-mail or talk on the phone!
I love them, I'm happy to see them both in love, it's like an infection
But, for the love of GOD, tone down the public displays of affection.

What I wouldn't give for one night to party with all of you,
But no way would I live on a deserted island with any...well...maybe a few.
Like Tinkerbell so I could see her tushy glisten in the sun,
Or Dionysis, I'd be his only one.
Or Perv, we could sit up late philosophizing about dust bunnies
Or Zhavric and F&N, together we could scope out the rest of the honies.
Or Xanadu Moo who'd keep me laughing strong,
Or Kevin Browning, I'd play with his locks so long,
Or even Montalban, Clive, and Hyde,
They're young yet, I'd take them for a wild wave ride.
And all of the ODNers, because I truly do care,
Me, you, and a deserted island, I wish you all could be there.

Lastly, I'd sit by a fire with Syl and share a few tears
About the cruelty of life and our most difficult years.
I'd give her a hug and tell her I love her dearly
And I'd hope she would know I mean that sincerely.

I'd wake the next morning and see it all was a dreamy storm
Then click in my favorites, "Online Debate Forum".

Xanadu Moo
February 11th, 2006, 01:53 PM
Line Dances<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Pick-up lines for 400, Alex<o:p></o:p>
Your eyes are as torrential coastline<o:p></o:p>
In a word, they're closed<o:p></o:p>
'Cause your hangover, it ain't over<o:p></o:p>
Who is the lamest barfly in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bristol</st1:place></st1:City><o:p></o:p>
Correct. Choose again<o:p></o:p>
Pick-up lines for 600, Alex<o:p></o:p>
How did you get out of my dreams
Could've sworn you were in them last night<o:p></o:p>
How 'bouts we sleep together once more<o:p></o:p>
What is a meaner misdemeanor for verbal crime<o:p></o:p>
Correct. Choose again<o:p></o:p>
Pick-up lines for 800, Alex<o:p></o:p>
And it's the daily double<o:p></o:p>
PerV in the audience likes this one<o:p></o:p>
Name the author of history's first pick-up line<o:p></o:p>
From frothy shore to earthy brine<o:p></o:p>
'Twas from this fair dame<o:p></o:p>
Who went on to achieve immediate fame<o:p></o:p>
Got her a deal with Random House<o:p></o:p>
Tho 'twas written as if to 'er spouse<o:p></o:p>
She enumerated in it all of the reasons<o:p></o:p>
How her true love matched each of the seasons<o:p></o:p>
Who is Eleanor Rigby, he hastily cried<o:p></o:p>
No, sorry… but that's a nice try<o:p></o:p>
Eleanor died and was buried with her name<o:p></o:p>
And remember, my friend, nobody came<o:p></o:p>
Who is Florence Nightingale, another intoned<o:p></o:p>
That is incorrect, ma'am, but you're not alone<o:p></o:p>
<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Florence</st1:City></st1:place>, tho she assuaged many an ill<o:p></o:p>
Her remedies they did not contain such an pill<o:p></o:p>
The third one smiled and pressed forth his button<o:p></o:p>
Elizabeth Grin-and-Barrett Browning, who said<o:p></o:p>
How do I lust after thee? Let me count the hormones<o:p></o:p>
Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Browning would be right<o:p></o:p>
But those verses by her were written in spite<o:p></o:p>
The correct response is Pollyanna<o:p></o:p>
Writing in her will to her uncle Will<o:p></o:p>
Who had more will than history will allow<o:p></o:p>
Polly, you see, was a hopeless platonic<o:p></o:p>
Though somewhat on occasion moronic<o:p></o:p>
She could spin the word into a sonnet
And deliver it twixt her corset and bonnet
Polly knew all too well where there's a will<o:p></o:p>
There's a way, in fact, to pick up the bill<o:p></o:p>

sylouette
February 11th, 2006, 02:11 PM
I don't really get what's goin' on around here
We're talkin' in code and masks made of fear
Perv's poem was about the conflict of self,
Syl made it about her, she's such a cute little elf.

This thread is supposed to be just fun
so let's get right down to the core
yeah, so I made the poem about myself
what can I say, I'm an attention whore!:dunno:


I'm not one to talk in abstracts
Or throw out underhanded attacks
If I want to call you a bastard or b-itch
I'll tell it to you and not even flinch.
I don't have time for those kiddie games
Analyzing your targets and aims
Life's much more fun with the honest view
So I'll tell you I got no problem with you...or you...or you...or you.

What kiddie games are being played?
Am I missing out on something here?
I've got no problems with anyone either
and if they do me, well I just don't care.


ODN is everyone's happy little home
So some things do get on my nerves some
When you spend so much time with people you like
They're bound to make your panties take a hike.
I'm only saying the things that everyone is thinking,
(And you'll have to forgive me...all afternoon...White Zinfindel I've been drinking.)

Things always seem to work themselves out
though there's always bound to be conflicts
but why can't we all just have fun and get along
I get tired of all these 'office politics'



Like Kevin Browning, the upstanding man
I love him, but he's driving some of us insane
Warning users 'cuz they made him mad,
Spamming and not seeing its bad,
Upholding the Christian laws
Then calling ideas dumb and all.
Saying he thinks some woman should fry
'Cuz she's screwed up in the head and doesn't know why.
Or Clive and his Christian way,
Telling someone he doesn't like them every day
Or Montalban the tantrum he threw
Dear King Sir Master, how SHOULD we address you?
Or Syl and Hyde spewing to all their relationship issues
Syl's mad at Hyde, someone get him some tissues!
For his tears and the load he'll be shootin' alone
Please guys! Take it to IM, PM, e-mail or talk on the phone!
I love them, I'm happy to see them both in love, it's like an infection
But, for the love of GOD, tone down the public displays of affection.

Sticks and stones may break my bones
but Zinfindel, well that will kick your ass!
I'm dodging the stones here left and right
and I laugh as I'm watching them pass!



What I wouldn't give for one night to party with all of you,
But no way would I live on a deserted island with any...well...maybe a few.
Like Tinkerbell so I could see her tushy glisten in the sun,
Or Dionysis, I'd be his only one.
Or Perv, we could sit up late philosophizing about dust bunnies
Or Zhavric and F&N, together we could scope out the rest of the honies.
Or Xanadu Moo who'd keep me laughing strong,
Or Kevin Browning, I'd play with his locks so long,
Or even Montalban, Clive, and Hyde,
They're young yet, I'd take them for a wild wave ride.
And all of the ODNers, because I truly do care,
Me, you, and a deserted island, I wish you all could be there.

Well, with all your ranting and raving,
I can't see how you would be any fun.
You criticize so many of us in open forum
then act all nicey, nicey when you're done.


Lastly, I'd sit by a fire with Syl and share a few tears
About the cruelty of life and our most difficult years.
I'd give her a hug and tell her I love her dearly
And I'd hope she would know I mean that sincerely.

I think a time like this is what we truly need
to get to know each other face to face.
Then I know you WOULD sincerely love me
and ODN would be a much better place.

I'd give you a hug and tell you I love you dearly
And I'd hope you would know I mean that sincerely:kiss:

PerVirtuous
February 11th, 2006, 04:14 PM
Ha ha ha ha ha! I love it! I try to get a party going, and indeed I have! As your host, I would like to announce that we are gong to play some party games now. But first, I will critique the previous poems.

Starting with the Sandwichy Poem - Quite a sap-ridden indulgence if you ask me. I am so glad Syl rescued it for it was embarrasing.

Next, There is no kind of envy, - It was very well thought out and well written. I like the first version better than the quoted version that I completely bastardized in the following post. That one is another sap-ridden indulgence, which seems to be the string running through this thread. Which sounds kinda poetic, huh. Thank you for keeping the thread hopping, Syl!

Next is Sita hits the Bottle, Hard! which gets high points for style, but did not nearly have enough about me in it. Dust Bunnies, BAH! I would be offended if I wasn't busy cleaning the snot off myself, my keyboard, my monitor, and my Jennifer Love Hewitt posters from all the laughing. Why don't you and ODN just get a room, HELL GET A HOTEL! and get it over with. SPOTYAMBF!

Next up, Line Dancing. Besides being brilliantly written and full of wisdom and pithy language, it is foul in that it puts a famous and eroticly romantic poem as if it was written about Kevin Browning? Where did that come from? You on the HL Zinfindel diet?

The Eminem Collaborative effort. By far the best effort of the thread! It MUST be because I don't understand it. It's over my head. The stuff in the bubbles (Zinfindel Bubbles?) was completely Sir Real. The stuff outside the bubbles made perfect cents. Some of it even looks like something I would write! It nearly split me in, too. (I don't mean laughing, do I?) No! I mean that it was from the heart and if I had one, I would have written the same thing. It didn't nearly have enough about me in it, though.

So, now to the games. Let's do a running poem. Somebody start one and everyone else keep it going for a while. Romance is good.

HappyLady
February 11th, 2006, 07:11 PM
This thread is supposed to be just fun

I think it's a hoot!


yeah, so I made the poem about myself
what can I say, I'm an attention whore!:dunno:

I think you're cute!


What kiddie games are being played?

You don't know Perv very well, do you?


I've got no problems with anyone either
and if they do me, well I just don't care.

Can I hear an Amen to you!


but why can't we all just have fun and get along

I thought we were!


but Zinfindel, well that will kick your ass!

That's for sure!


Well, with all your ranting and raving,
I can't see how you would be any fun.
You criticize so many of us in open forum
then act all nicey, nicey when you're done.

Lighten up and go with the flow,
You take me way too seriously you know.
If it will make you feel better start a new thread
Call it "Rip Happylady to Shreds"!

Wait, I'll even give you a head start
With my flaws...your poetry could be a work of art.

If I were Syl, I'd say:

Happylady in her devious smile,
Sits at her computer all the while
Acting like she knows it all
Makes me wanna smack her up against a wall.
What the heck has she been drinking
Writing a poem about what everyone is thinking
Pointing out the obvious that everyone gossips about
Then telling everyone they have no reason to pout
For saying what everyone around here knows is true
Well, Happylady what's so great about you?

HappyLady's reply would be:

There's nothing so great about me.
I say out loud what most say in secrecy.
I'm a moderator and haven't even doled out one warning,
I'm so addicted to ODN, sometimes I log on at 5 in the morning,
I spent more hours here than I did with my loved ones today
My kids make their own dinner because I can't be pulled away
I trip over nothing and fall on my face
You should see my driving...it's a disgrace.
In the morning my hair looks like a rats nest
And the stretch marks on my tummy...they are the BEST.
My nose is too big, my common sense is too small
It's a wonder I have any friends at all.
But I gotta be me, even if it's a sarcastic impish elf
But you'll always laugh with me not at me, cuz I laugh at myself.

sylouette
February 11th, 2006, 09:38 PM
I think it's a hoot!



I think you're cute!



You don't know Perv very well, do you?



Can I hear an Amen to you!



I thought we were!



That's for sure!



Lighten up and go with the flow,
You take me way too seriously you know.
If it will make you feel better start a new thread
Call it "Rip Happylady to Shreds"!

Wait, I'll even give you a head start
With my flaws...your poetry could be a work of art.

If I were Syl, I'd say:

Happylady in her devious smile,
Sits at her computer all the while
Acting like she knows it all
Makes me wanna smack her up against a wall.
What the heck has she been drinking
Writing a poem about what everyone is thinking
Pointing out the obvious that everyone gossips about
Then telling everyone they have no reason to pout
For saying what everyone around here knows is true
Well, Happylady what's so great about you?

HappyLady's reply would be:

There's nothing so great about me.
I say out loud what most say in secrecy.
I'm a moderator and haven't even doled out one warning,
I'm so addicted to ODN, sometimes I log on at 5 in the morning,
I spent more hours here than I did with my loved ones today
My kids make their own dinner because I can't be pulled away
I trip over nothing and fall on my face
You should see my driving...it's a disgrace.
In the morning my hair looks like a rats nest
And the stretch marks on my tummy...they are the BEST.
My nose is too big, my common sense is too small
It's a wonder I have any friends at all.
But I gotta be me, even if it's a sarcastic impish elf
But you'll always laugh with me not at me, cuz I laugh at myself.


:lol: :lol: :lol: CAN I HAVE SOME OF THAT ZINFANDEL????:kiss:

My God.....priceless!

southernbelle
February 11th, 2006, 11:31 PM
I love your poem HL,
I just think it's swell,
It's great to know I'm not the only one out there,
With nice, little rats, everynight, playing in her hair.
Tripping over things I didn't see there,
Playing the game..where is that bruise from??
Falling constantly and landing on my bum..
Those things could qualify us for sisters..
If ya don't believe me, just ask my mister.
My poor little hubby's always worried you see,
Hence his favorite thing to say to me..
"So pretty, but, so clumsy..how's can this be?"
My driving is lacking too it seems.
One too many cars, I've creamed.
So, I can't help but laugh at me too.
And sometimes, I admit, I haven't a clue
Things fly right over my head..
And I don't understand the things that were said
Stretch marks? Yeah, I have those too..
but, I try not to let them make me blue.
A little more exercise, I could do..
And buy a few less shoes.
That's a little story of me,
Quite alot more there could be..
But, I'm sure I'm boring you by now.
That turned out quite long...wow.

PerVirtuous
February 12th, 2006, 05:39 AM
It's a wonder I have any friends at all.

*begins beatnick bongos and hip-hop pedestrian bass*

Well, 3rdpersonplural and Xanadu Moo
both of these cats
really dig upon you

there's Dio, and CC, and of course Tinkerbell
these cool cats dig you
as does SouthernBelle

There's Jamie, and Slipnish and Sylouette
and more diverse love
you just couldn't get

Then there's Booger and AntiMaterialist
Oh, yes! They both
are on the list

Then there's Libran, and Fruity, and don't forget Snoop
for you they'd jump
through any hoop

Let's add DeviantNorm and Dio (twice)
(I think he'd like that
I'm tryin to be nice)

Doppler will not be forgotten at all
there's no way I could
she gave me a call

We got Neverending and Iluvator
they carry a tourch
guess who it's for

There's Mr Meepers and GoldPhoenix too
but they are too shy
to say they love you

Oh yes, KB and CS and Zhavric do
forget what they say
they're crazy 'bout you

Then there's Apok and Emtee and Hyde and me
at least one of them loves you
unconditionally

I know there are others, but my beer is gone
so I will sign off
but the list goes on

*bongos and bass finish with ecstatic flourish*

PerVirtuous
February 12th, 2006, 07:38 AM
I love your poem HL,
I just think it's swell,
It's great to know I'm not the only one out there,
With nice, little rats, everynight, playing in her hair.
Tripping over things I didn't see there,
Playing the game..where is that bruise from??
Falling constantly and landing on my bum..
Those things could qualify us for sisters..
If ya don't believe me, just ask my mister.
My poor little hubby's always worried you see,
Hence his favorite thing to say to me..
"So pretty, but, so clumsy..how's can this be?"
My driving is lacking too it seems.
One too many cars, I've creamed.
So, I can't help but laugh at me too.
And sometimes, I admit, I haven't a clue
Things fly right over my head..
And I don't understand the things that were said
Stretch marks? Yeah, I have those too..
but, I try not to let them make me blue.
A little more exercise, I could do..
And buy a few less shoes.
That's a little story of me,
Quite alot more there could be..
But, I'm sure I'm boring you by now.
That turned out quite long...wow.

True love is snaking a finger through the hairstyle
that only you get to see

True love is extending a hand to a fallen love
and being excited about holding hands

True love is white-knucked, teeth-gritting, terror
while smiling

True love is making up explanations that seem plausible
that are easy to understand

True love is singing little silly love songs
while playing the stretch-mark banjo

True love is looking at a closet full of unnecessary shoes
and grinning

True love is all about pasting a loving face on
no matter how bored you are

:tup: Thanks for the inspiration!

PerVirtuous
February 12th, 2006, 07:43 AM
There is no kind of envy,
that plays a part in that;
at least not for the other,
who just tends to be a brat.

As for your true love's envy,
I'm not quite sure of why...
is it something the other has
in which she cannot buy?

Perhaps it is not envy
but just two peas in pods...
They both are so much alike,
which brings them both at odds.

Is it a love/hate relationship,
in which the hate cannot restrain?
Perhaps their spirits will open up
and let the puss of hatred drain.

So do not burden with this conflict;
for I know life always has a plan...
If the two can make it through this,
it will be without the help of a man.

When quoted somehow it changed to this


Quote: Originally Posted by sylouette

There is no kind of envy,
could lead me to be that;
at least not for the other one,
who's jealous cause she's flat.

As for your true love's envy,
I'm not quite sure of why...
what is it she won't give you
the other will supply?

Perhaps it's penis envy
that these two peas in pods...
do compensate for mightily
which brings them both at odds.

Is it a love/hate relationship,
or just the female brain?
that makes reality so hard
that conflict's such a strain.

So what then is this conflict;
and tell us what's your plan...
to get from this the things you want,
so you can be the man.

How dat happen?

sylouette
February 12th, 2006, 07:48 AM
:lol: Oh Perv.....What am I gonna do with you?

PerVirtuous
February 12th, 2006, 09:54 AM
:lol: Oh Perv.....What am I gonna do with you?

Idunno. As long as it's not something gonna make me fall asleep!:P

southernbelle
February 12th, 2006, 10:00 AM
Oh Perv.....What am I gonna do with you?

I'm trying to decide that myself, Syl!

HappyLady
February 12th, 2006, 12:57 PM
I'm trying to decide that myself, Syl!

I find it's best not to encourage him. He's like a puppy that can't be left at home alone or he'll chew up your shoes (well...from the sound of it, your shoe collection could keep him entertained for a loooong time...lol) tear down your curtains and pee on your couch.

PerVirtuous
February 12th, 2006, 01:41 PM
I find it's best not to encourage him. He's like a puppy that can't be left at home alone or he'll chew up your shoes (well...from the sound of it, your shoe collection could keep him entertained for a loooong time...lol) tear down your curtains and pee on your couch.

That's a damn lie! Since this is a debate forum, even though this is a true love poetry thread, I will logically destroy your little b@llsh!t claim! You know for a fact that If I was a puppy and could lick my balls I would not have time for any of that other crap! Jeez, you think you know somebody!:lol:

HappyLady
February 12th, 2006, 01:46 PM
If I was a puppy and could lick my balls I would not have time for any of that other crap! Jeez, you think you know somebody!:lol:

Let's face it, your penis can only keep you entertained for so long. You'd get bored...it wouldn't be long before you'd be playing "Hide the Doo-Doo" and sniffing womens underwear out of the hamper. Don't deny it. I know you better than you think.

HappyLady
February 12th, 2006, 01:49 PM
Let's face it, your penis can only keep you entertained for so long. You'd get bored...it wouldn't be long before you'd be playing "Hide the Doo-Doo" and sniffing womens underwear out of the hamper. Don't deny it. I know you better than you think.

Oh wait...I better make that a poem:

If Perv were a puppy, putty he would be
As he looked for soft places to leave his pee.
With his big cute ears and his incessant panting
All kinds of trouble he would be wanting.



Then off to the hamper to find panties to sniff
The thought of doing that would make him stiff
So he'd take 30 seconds to lick his balls
Really...that's all it would take...that's all.

Snoop
February 12th, 2006, 01:53 PM
Oh wait...I better make that a poem:

If Perv were a puppy, putty he would be
As he looked for soft places to leave his pee.
With his big cute ears and his incessant panting
All kinds of trouble he would be wanting.



Then off to the hamper to find panties to sniff
The thought of doing that would make him stiff
So he'd take 30 seconds to lick his balls
Really...that's all it would take...that's all.That was so romantic - my dog wants to meet you two
He just loves the smell of fresh pooh

PerVirtuous
February 12th, 2006, 02:01 PM
Oh wait...I better make that a poem:

If Perv were a puppy, putty he would be
As he looked for soft places to leave his pee.
With his big cute ears and his incessant panting
All kinds of trouble he would be wanting.



Then off to the hamper to find panties to sniff
The thought of doing that would make him stiff
So he'd take 30 seconds to lick his balls
Really...that's all it would take...that's all.

If I was a puppy you'd not make the rule
about how long I'd last or the size of my tool
I give you the panties and concede the peeing
but just 30 seconds? Now THAT I'm not seeing!

sylouette
February 12th, 2006, 02:33 PM
Idunno. As long as it's not something gonna make me fall asleep!:P

Wait..........


What?

WHAT??:wtf:

H h h h how? Who? Wait....what?????????

PerVirtuous
February 12th, 2006, 02:35 PM
My sweet loving Perv
You gave a negative rep
Gosh, I couldn't believe my eyes
Oh how much I had wept

So although you didn't give it to me
However to a good dear friend
Oh my sweet PERV PERV PERV
How and when will this evil streak END?

What shall I do with my broken heart now?
Have you lost your mind?
After all we've been through?
To neg rep anyone is unkind!!!

As I wipe my tears away,
Not knowing what to think..
After hearing you neg repped
Sh*t! that really does stink!

So where is my sweet loving Perv?

It is at half-mast right now, see!:lol:

sylouette
February 12th, 2006, 02:38 PM
:lol: Well, I'd say it's ABOUT time!!!! That took you like THREE days to figure out!??? :lol: :boogie:

Sh!t like that gives you a hard-on doesn't it! :lol:

PerVirtuous
February 12th, 2006, 02:48 PM
:lol: Well, I'd say it's ABOUT time!!!! That took you like THREE days to figure out!??? :lol: :boogie:

Not really that smart.
Only know because Goldy told me

Did you know we're fast friends now.
Or at least more than acquaintances
Zero bad blood between us
Evermore friends we shall be

sylouette
February 12th, 2006, 03:05 PM
Not really that smart.
Only know because Goldy told me

Did you know we're fast friends now.
Or at least more than acquaintances
Zero bad blood between us
Evermore friends we shall be

Aaaaahhh! So you gave up your source!
And now everyone knows!
Well, you two make a GREAT match,
As far as trusts goes.

I'm seeing the light now!!!
It just SLAPPED me in the face!
There's only TWO people here
in whom my trust I can place.

Oh well....life does go on,
and I won't lose any sleep...
I just know that from now on
Secrets of mine I will keep.

southernbelle
February 12th, 2006, 07:39 PM
Sometimes I really worry about the people I've found here..
They seem a little loopy, but, now I hold them dear.
There's Syl with her "tell it like it is ways"..
And GP, who I wanna ignore some days.
Then there's sweet Perv, with a kind word for each,
And Kevin, who kinda likes to preach.
There's Dio, who I like very well,
And sweet, funny, little Tinkerbell.
There's HL, who's sense of humor is great,
I think my stumbling in here, was a matter of fate.
Sweet Miss Innocent, is great to talk to,
If with your kids, you don't know what to do.
Then there's those who don't really know me..
Like Hyde, Jamie, Nan, Fruit and Cc
But, each one I want to know well,
I think they're all sweet, can't you tell?
I hope friends we all will be...
Pardon, but I never formally introduced me.
I love each one of your poems,
And being a part of ODN forums!

(I keep telling ya'll I'm a dork. In sheep's clothing) Baa-ha-ha!

sylouette
February 13th, 2006, 06:31 AM
Awwww....belle, that was really nice!

Regains composure from pissy fit last night........*cough* *sigh* *cracks knuckles* "OWWWWWWW!" *adjusts keyboard*



A gentle tease and a reminder
to be discreet is not a slap in the face.
Some people just can't keep secrets
it's just something I'll have to embrace.


We are all human beings here
and we all have our issues.
I just can't take things so personal
and then blantantly accuse.


I may be less discreet
and tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.
I put my trust in most anyone
which makes me gullible and naive.

I think that makes me more lovable,
But I need to laugh at myself.
Because I know I"m quite extraordinary
and that's a plus in itself.

I wouldn't want me to change,
except to accept Syl the way I am.
So from hereon, I'll just try to laugh...
but for now, I need to scram.

Gotta go get my cappuccino!!!! :boogie:

Xanadu Moo
February 13th, 2006, 08:34 AM
Give Me an 'H'

Who's every woman envious of
While still calling her shady
It's no other than
Our dear HappyLady

For whom would we swim
From the Dominican to Haiti
You got that right--
It's the HappyLady

Who would we choose
Between her, Salma, and Swank
It would be a tough choice
For which actress to last rank

Who can reel you right in
And basically chain ya
It's the little ole' girl
From Pennsylvania

Who do we love for love's sake
And who makes us sweat
Listen up, gents
Well, it ain't sylouette

So who is this Hap
And what makes her tick
A most curious study
Yet one bona fide chick

Too many times
People can't understand her
Not fitting a prototype
With her huge dose of candor

Of all these great matters
The one that's most weighty
Is how to reconcile
Feelings for HappyLady

Who's got all the attributes
Our girlfriends and wives lack
She's the best of all worlds
Just give her the plaque

She embodies the perfect female
To that we must concede
One you turn on with a button
And don't have to feed

Both happy and a lady
A wild contradiction in terms
And from such a great distance
Doesn't have any germs

A countenance glowing with elegance
The resolution is clear
Through a hundred thousand pixels
Her face becomes my mirror

Leave your socks out on the floor
She doesn't really care
Come only in your boxers
And welcome into her lair

Everything to everybody
With enough to go around
The keyboard's a flirtation device
In that mental sleek nightgown

She goes by many titles
Such as "mod with the bod"
Or just "my guilty pleasure"
To her I give the nod

A genuine renaissance gal
Multi-talented and sublime
How did we ever find her
This one who defies rhyme

The philosophy of Rapunzel
She teaches us for free
Let down all your excess hair
Don't take life too seriously

Without her charm or biting wit
This place, I fear, would be a yawn
Apok & Co. might still be here
But the rest of us would all be gone

May she never trade us in
For a stale morning breakfast
'Cause we'd snap, crackle, pop
And our lives, they'd become feckless

No ifs, ands, or butts
Except tinkerbell's, maybe
Our true ODN idol
In da' form of Da' Lady

Snoop
February 13th, 2006, 08:45 AM
Here's my love poem to all of you skanks
and all the assorted pervirts in the ranks
I hate you all - you all make me sick
What's with the love stuff - is that what makes you tick?

Love is deeper than some witty litle words
Love is a feeling - like ****ting little turds
Love is what you feel when nothing else is left
Love is like a commode - arrest it for theft!

sylouette
February 13th, 2006, 10:23 AM
Give Me an 'H'

Who's every woman envious of
While still calling her shady
It's no other than
Our dear HappyLady

For whom would we swim
From the Dominican to Haiti
You got that right--
It's the HappyLady

Who would we choose
Between her, Salma, and Swank
It would be a tough choice
For which actress to last rank

Who can reel you right in
And basically chain ya
It's the little ole' girl
From Pennsylvania

Who do we love for love's sake
And who makes us sweat
Listen up, gents
Well, it ain't sylouette

So who is this Hap
And what makes her tick
A most curious study
Yet one bona fide chick

Too many times
People can't understand her
Not fitting a prototype
With her huge dose of candor

Of all these great matters
The one that's most weighty
Is how to reconcile
Feelings for HappyLady

Who's got all the attributes
Our girlfriends and wives lack
She's the best of all worlds
Just give her the plaque

She embodies the perfect female
To that we must concede
One you turn on with a button
And don't have to feed

Both happy and a lady
A wild contradiction in terms
And from such a great distance
Doesn't have any germs

A countenance glowing with elegance
The resolution is clear
Through a hundred thousand pixels
Her face becomes my mirror

Leave your socks out on the floor
She doesn't really care
Come only in your boxers
And welcome into her lair

Everything to everybody
With enough to go around
The keyboard's a flirtation device
In that mental sleek nightgown

She goes by many titles
Such as "mod with the bod"
Or just "my guilty pleasure"
To her I give the nod

A genuine renaissance gal
Multi-talented and sublime
How did we ever find her
This one who defies rhyme

The philosophy of Rapunzel
She teaches us for free
Let down all your excess hair
Don't take life too seriously

Without her charm or biting wit
This place, I fear, would be a yawn
Apok & Co. might still be here
But the rest of us would all be gone

May she never trade us in
For a stale morning breakfast
'Cause we'd snap, crackle, pop
And our lives, they'd become feckless

No ifs, ands, or butts
Except tinkerbell's, maybe
Our true ODN idol
In da' form of Da' Lady



:hmm: WAX ON - WAX OFF

southernbelle
February 13th, 2006, 12:36 PM
Poor little Snoop, he's feeling left out
Noone included him in a poem..
That's it; without a doubt

So, now he'll pick on all of us..
Because he's feeling sore
He'll call us all names,
He'll call us all bores.

But, you see, Snoop, from my point of view..
My hands are kinda tied,
There's nothing I could do.
Since I don't really know that much about you.

I hope that this can make amends..
A poem just for you.
I hope that this does something..
To make you not so blue.

If it doesn't; please take comfort..
Go back to page one or two
You will find a monkey there...
Who will share his love with you!

PerVirtuous
February 13th, 2006, 02:00 PM
Here's my love poem to all of you skanks
and all the assorted pervirts in the ranks
I hate you all - you all make me sick
What's with the love stuff - is that what makes you tick?

Love is deeper than some witty litle words
Love is a feeling - like ****ting little turds
Love is what you feel when nothing else is left
Love is like a commode - arrest it for theft!

That was like Hemingway during a malaria induced delusion, or maybe Frost after a stroke! I love it. I like the concept so much! If we all made love as much as we flushed, what a great world this would be!

Dionysus
February 13th, 2006, 06:31 PM
...and Dio (twice)
(I think he'd like that
I'm tryin to be nice)*Nice kicks ass.

sylouette
February 13th, 2006, 07:47 PM
Nice kicks ass.

:lol: I love that!

Dionysus
February 13th, 2006, 08:35 PM
Love kicks ass.

HappyLady
February 14th, 2006, 04:42 AM
Love kicks ass.

*yacks all over floor*

Sap.

Oh wait...this is the really romantic poetry thread, I guess it's not right to yack all over the floor about mushy gushy things. And it is Valentine's Day! What kind of cold hearted b-itch am I????

Love is beautiful
Love has worth
Even for people
With too much girth

Love is sappy
Love makes us happy
No, I take that back
*runs to the toilet to yack*

PerVirtuous
February 14th, 2006, 06:43 AM
Ode to Sylvia


Sylvia is imbued with spirit
and the spirit and I are lovers
so I cannot help but love Sylvia

Sylvia and I are like oil and water
but, put us on a salad and we
will rock your world

Sylvia lives in the world of "do it"
the realm of actions
not the imaginary world of judgements

And although I've visited there occasionally
I am not allowed to move there yet
they have strict zoning

Sylvia finds out where the obstacles are
by bumping into them
not by reading the map

Sylvia knows when the map is wrong
it is wrong more often
than you may think

Happy Valentines Day Syl

Top THAT XM!

PerVirtuous
February 14th, 2006, 06:49 AM
*yacks all over floor*

Sap.

Oh wait...this is the really romantic poetry thread, I guess it's not right to yack all over the floor about mushy gushy things. And it is Valentine's Day! What kind of cold hearted b-itch am I????

Love is beautiful
Love has worth
Even for people
With too much girth

Love is sappy
Love makes us happy
No, I take that back
*runs to the toilet to yack*

The wag of a puppy the coo of a dove
don't go yakking on sappy love
'cause when I bring my love around
I 'spect that you should keep it down
three times more calories than love off the shelf
if you can't dig that, go f@&k yourself

Happy Valentines day HappyLady!

PerVirtuous
February 14th, 2006, 06:54 AM
Love kicks ass.

Plagiarist!

Dionysus
February 14th, 2006, 09:48 AM
Plagiarist!Plagiarism kicks ass.

tinkerbell
February 14th, 2006, 10:36 AM
Dio, I want to make you my Space Monkey :)

Oh, Valentines day..Great day of Hallmark, Flowers & Chocolate. Cheesy lace teddies, and edible panties. Silk Boxers with hearts and lips. Luther Vandross & Marvin Gaye. Champagne in Waterford flutes with diamonds inside. Rose petals on satin sheets & vanilla scented bubble baths. Reds and pinks every where you glance. Dancing slowly, feeling the bulge in his pants.Oysters on the half shell, mylar balloons in the air..Chocolate covered strawberries, whipped cream in my hair. Candy flavored kisses, long and loving stares. Now my question.... Should I go commando or wear my fancy underwear?

sylouette
February 14th, 2006, 10:41 AM
ROFLMAO!!!!

THIS IS TOO MUCH! OHHHHHH! *catches breath* *looking for porthole in computer to climb through and get to all my peeps here*

Gotta give some luvin' HERE!

*WIGGLE WIGGLE* UH-HUH! UH-HUH!

PerVirtuous
February 14th, 2006, 10:46 AM
Dio, I want to make you my Space Monkey :)

Oh, Valentines day..Great day of Hallmark, Flowers & Chocolate. Cheesy lace teddies, and edible panties. Silk Boxers with hearts and lips. Luther Vandross & Marvin Gaye. Champagne in Waterford flutes with diamonds inside. Rose petals on satin sheets & vanilla scented bubble baths. Reds and pinks every where you glance. Dancing slowly, feeling the bulge in his pants.Oysters on the half shell, mylar balloons in the air..Chocolate covered strawberries, whipped cream in my hair. Candy flavored kisses, long and loving stares. Now my question.... Should I go commando or wear my fancy underwear?


commando!

PerVirtuous
February 14th, 2006, 11:00 AM
Most Romantic Poem Ever!


(From Venus on the Halfshell, by Phillip Jose Farmer)

How do I love thee?
Let me figgir the ways, says Liz
But mental additions subtract from Bob browning's emmissions
dividing the needed vigor to frig 'er

Here's what he said to his 'Portuguese'
in order to part her deadened knees

"Accounting's not the thing that counts
a plus or minus you can shove
oh, woman below and man above
'tis this inspires the mounts and founts

To hell with Euclid's beauty bare
Liz, get your ass out of that chair!"


Happy Valentines Day ODN!

Xanadu Moo
February 14th, 2006, 12:32 PM
ODN's mother says ODN's busy
Too busy to come to the phone
ODN's mother says ODN's trying
To start a new thread of her own
ODN's mother says "ODN's happy...
So why don't you leave her alone?"
<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
And the operator says
"Forty cents more, for the next three minutes..."
Please Mrs. Hay Fever, I've just got to post to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Hay Fever, just want to tell her
Goodbye!
<o:p></o:p>
ODN's mother says ODN's packing
She's gonna be leaving today
ODN's mother says ODN's marrying
Some Hyde dude down Galveston way
ODN's mother says "Please don't say nothin’,
To make her stop crying and stay."
<o:p></o:p>
And the operator says
"Three thousand posts, for the last three years..."
Oh, please Mrs. Hay Fever, I've just got to sneeze on her
I'll only give her a cold
Please Mrs. Hay Fever, just want to tell her
She’s old!
<o:p></o:p>
ODN's mother says ODN's hurrying
She's catching the nine o'clock train
ODN's mother says "Take your umbrella,
‘Cause, Odie, it's starting to rain."
ODN's mother says "Thank you for callin’,
And Clive, won't you come back again?"
<o:p></o:p>
And the operator says
"No sense staying, for the next three minutes..."
Please Mrs. Hay Fever, I've just got to PM her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Hay Fever, just want to tell her
You lie!

PerVirtuous
February 14th, 2006, 12:40 PM
Damn Xan! Fine work. It has quite the Hook to it, I think.

Avery time I read it, it gets better and better!

Thank you for pointing that out. I think it was overloked before.


*Best Dio drawl*

Xan kicks ass.

sylouette
February 14th, 2006, 01:39 PM
Now my question.... Should I go commando or wear my fancy underwear?

Ummmmmm....sweety? *cough* It's PANTIES!!!! Haven't I taught you ANYTHING?????:kiss:

sylouette
February 14th, 2006, 01:44 PM
*Best Dio drawl*

Xan kisses ass.

:tup:

Xanadu Moo
February 14th, 2006, 03:27 PM
Sylo, morning's just a moment away
And I'm without you once again
You laughed at Moo
You said you never needed reps from Moo
I wonder … if you need them now
<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
We played the games that people play
Stratego, Yahtzee, and Payday
I kicked your butt in every one of them
But you kept playing me …
Remembering the pain if I must say
It's deep in my mind like a death ray
But then, most of all
I do love you …….. <o:p></o:p>
Syl …
<o:p></o:p>
Those memories …
Times I'm sure we'll never forget
None come to mind but I’ll bet they will
For what I’m pretty certain we had
Sometimes I try a teensy bit to understand
But you’re so heavy<o:p></o:p>
... on my mind
<o:p></o:p>
So many dreams that flew away
So many curse words I couldn’t say
Two people lost in a site
In which forums did she go?
Where'd she go?
You lost the debate we both had found
And argued it into the ground
But then, most of all
I do like you …….. <o:p></o:p>
Syl …
<o:p></o:p>
We played the games that people play
We got in our jabs along the way
Somehow I know deep in my heart
You twisted me
‘Cause I needed you so desperately
Desperate for you is all anyone could be
But then, most of all
I don’t hate you …….. <o:p></o:p>
Syl …

PerVirtuous
February 14th, 2006, 04:41 PM
I think Xan did real well this time
but you cannot say, "She is mine"
Your wondrous keen asskissing skill
is great, she loves another still

if you played yahtzee BFD
or even hide the salami
and what about this death ray thing
the heaviness, the salty sting

I think your dreams seep out of sleep
and into waking moments creep
there is another fit to serve
and yes, you guessed it, that man's PerV

and you can second guess my plot
with every clever witty thought
disguised it is but also true
I am in line, right next to you.

As lemmings on the rocky cliff
we seek to claim our magic gift
and having got our single word
fall to our deaths, satisfied nerds

But like a Phoenix I will rise
and be embraced by widened eyes
and riding on the serpent's back
I make my bold counter attack

Subconsiously the mark will grow
until the understandings glow
and when the spirit claims it's due
then...
I don't really have a clue
do you?
or you?
or who?

PerVirtuous
February 14th, 2006, 04:50 PM
:tup:

:tup: Kicks ass!

sylouette
February 14th, 2006, 05:22 PM
Sylo, morning's just a moment away
And I'm without you once again
You laughed at Moo
You said you never needed reps from Moo
I wonder … if you need them now
<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
We played the games that people play
Stratego, Yahtzee, and Payday
I kicked your butt in every one of them
But you kept playing me …
Remembering the pain if I must say
It's deep in my mind like a death ray
But then, most of all
I do love you …….. <o:p></o:p>
Syl …
<o:p></o:p>
Those memories …
Times I'm sure we'll never forget
None come to mind but I’ll bet they will
For what I’m pretty certain we had
Sometimes I try a teensy bit to understand
But you’re so heavy<o:p></o:p>
... on my mind
<o:p></o:p>
So many dreams that flew away
So many curse words I couldn’t say
Two people lost in a site
In which forums did she go?
Where'd she go?
You lost the debate we both had found
And argued it into the ground
But then, most of all
I do like you …….. <o:p></o:p>
Syl …
<o:p></o:p>
We played the games that people play
We got in our jabs along the way
Somehow I know deep in my heart
You twisted me
‘Cause I needed you so desperately
Desperate for you is all anyone could be
But then, most of all
I don’t hate you …….. <o:p></o:p>
Syl …


Oh for god's sakes it was ONE night!!!! GET OVER IT! :devil: :lol:

Mr. Hyde
February 14th, 2006, 05:28 PM
Angels never were,
more sweet than Sylouette.
I'd wager all my life,
and I would win that bet.

Her lips and smile,
those eyes stare past,
the the mistakes and imperfections,
and make my life a blast.

I've ne're seen one like her.
Nor before ne're any after.
And you should see her joke,
because you'll love her laughter.

She's sweet and charming,
but not alarming-though always bittersweet.
For she's so fragile, and so dear,
and can never in love, be beat.

So here's to you, my precious dear,
my angel and my queen,
a modest ode, a praising song,
for when you are in need.

She's God's masterpiece,
like Leonardo's Mona Lisa,
so expect the best and understand,
that baby, I really need ya.

I could go on to no avail,
as words cannot express,
For Sylvia you're God's gift to us,
to me, so babe God Bless.

When you mal-apropate,
even that is so divine,
I'd work through hell and torment,
just to keep you mine.

Say love's ne're per-fect.
Nor is love a game.
But if love could make cele-bri-ties,
then you'd have world-wide fame.

So with this one last verse,
I have to say it true,
no one could love you more
than I could 'ere love you.

Happy Valentines baby.

Xanadu Moo
February 15th, 2006, 11:49 AM
You'd think that people would have had enough of Syllie love poems
I look around me and I see it isn't so
Some people wanna fill this thread with Syllie love poems
What's wrong with that?
I'd like to know
'Cause here I go… again…
I love you... (you’re the greatest)<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
I love you... (you rock my dreams like a sadist)
I love you... (everything about you is just so very)<o:p></o:p>
I love you... (sometimes I think I’m Mariah Carey)

I can't explain the feeling's plain to me -- can't you see?
She gave me more, she gave some props to me – now can’t you see
What's wrong with that?
I need to know
'Cause here I go… again…
I love you (no, not you, the other you)<o:p></o:p>
I love you (even though you mess up my mojo)<o:p></o:p>

Love doesn't come in a minute
Sometimes it doesn't come at all
I only know that when I'm in it
It isn't Syllie…<o:p></o:p>
It’s more like Happy…<o:p></o:p>
It’s more like havin’ a ball…

How… can I tell… you about… my lug nuts?<o:p></o:p>
How… can I tell… you about… my lug nuts?<o:p></o:p>
(I love you…)<o:p></o:p>
How… can I tell… you about… my lug nuts?<o:p></o:p>
(I love you…)<o:p></o:p>
How… can I tell… you about… my lug nuts?<o:p></o:p>
(I love you…)<o:p></o:p>
How… can I tell… you about… my lug nuts?<o:p></o:p>

I love you… (at least for one more day)
(I can't explain the feeling's plain to me, say can't you see?)
I love you… (now get out of my way)
(Ah, he gave me all, he gave it all to me, say can't you see?)
<o:p></o:p>
How… can I tell… you about… my lug nuts?<o:p></o:p>
(I can't explain the narcissism’s plain to me, say can't you see?)
How… can I tell… you about… my lug nuts?<o:p></o:p>
(Ah, he gave me all, Hyde gave it all to me, say can't you see?)
How… can I tell… you about… my lug nuts?<o:p></o:p>
(I can't explain the dualism's plain to me, say can't you see?)
How… can I tell… you about… my lug nuts?<o:p></o:p>
(Ah, he gave me all, PerV gave it all to me, say can't you see?)

You'd think that people would have had enough of Syllie love poems
I look around me and I see it isn't so, oh no
Some people wanna fill the whole site with Syllie love poems
But what's wrong with that?<o:p></o:p>

Mr. Hyde
February 15th, 2006, 02:43 PM
(Ah, he gave me all, Hyde gave it all to me, say can't you see?)

Was it good for you? ;)

Xanadu Moo
February 15th, 2006, 03:41 PM
Was it good for you?
Uh, uh ... you'll have to ask Paul and Linda McCartney. They put that part in there. You didn't catch the change in voices, eh? I'm going to have to label these duets from now on...

PerVirtuous
February 15th, 2006, 04:17 PM
It was, however, very good for me.

How is it that I can not pull anything over on Xan? Do you have a PerVirtuous secret decoder ring? You must. I can put stuff past everybody else, then Xan puts a snowball down my neck with a piece of paper in it that says, "Nice Try! I'm on to you, wingnut!"

So, forked tongue doesn't work with Xan. Mark that down in the black book I lost 8 years ago. Then I won't forget. We must try talking with mouth and ass same time. Old Indian trick.



Being Average in Love

Being average is not so bad
one of the crowd
lots of company to talk to
share stories with
or not
but being unrealistic hurts
like absolute truth
in a relative universe
and I make involuntary squirming noises
to think I could ever
even subconsciously
be the complete fool
I have proven to be.
I go gurl!

And I will embrace my
average self! And have
have great pride in my
irrationality! Because it
means at least for a
breif moment, I was
almost human. Kinda.
I think I'll write home about it right now.

Dear Home:

Today I was average and did
something completely common.
It felt like I was going to die.
And if Mr. L ever finds out
I've been talking like this
he will kick my ass and
deny everything. But I only
pretended to be asleep and
I heard him talking to the middle-man
saying, No, No, No, No, No,
not for you, not for anyone.
You go confess your sins. I
have not sinned and will not confess.
The middle-man said, "Will you at least
come with us for
immoral support?"
"So, even yet, YOU, the strong one
and the stupid brainy one, and the
wimpy dork in the corner, are all trying
to drag me in to your little soap operas
Fat chance." They haven't stopped working
on him. Though I don't understand why.
He was already average.

GoldPhoenix
February 15th, 2006, 05:50 PM
Awwww....belle, that was really nice!

Regains composure from pissy fit last night........*cough* *sigh* *cracks knuckles* "OWWWWWWW!" *adjusts keyboard*



A gentle tease and a reminder
to be discreet is not a slap in the face.
Some people just can't keep secrets
it's just something I'll have to embrace.


We are all human beings here
and we all have our issues.
I just can't take things so personal
and then blantantly accuse.


I may be less discreet
and tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.
I put my trust in most anyone
which makes me gullible and naive.

I think that makes me more lovable,
But I need to laugh at myself.
Because I know I"m quite extraordinary
and that's a plus in itself.

I wouldn't want me to change,
except to accept Syl the way I am.
So from hereon, I'll just try to laugh...
but for now, I need to scram.

Gotta go get my cappuccino!!!! :boogie:
That was for me, no?

PerVirtuous
February 15th, 2006, 06:47 PM
That was for me, no?

No. You'll have to get in line to claim that one!:lol:

sylouette
February 17th, 2006, 01:12 PM
(taken from song "The Best of My Love" by The Emotions)

Doesn't take much to make me happy
and make me smile
Never never will I feel discouraged
Though your hatin's no mystery
Demonstrating hate and sarcasm
That you give so openly yeah
But you can't change the way ya make me feel about you baby
I want the whole ODN to see
[Chorus:]
Xanadu, you got the best of my love
Xanadu, you got the best of my love
Xanadu, you got the best of my love
Xanadu, you've got the best of my love!
Goin' in and out of flamin'
The kind that come around each day
Yet my life has a better meaning
ODN has kissed me in a beautiful way
And oh yea (my love, my love)
oh yea (my love, my love)
Oh although you hate me so much...
Xanadu, you've got the best of my love
Xanadu, you've got the best of my love
Xanadu, you've got the best of my love
Demonstrating hate and sarcasm
That you give so openly yeah
You won't be able to change the way I feel about ya baby
I want the whole ODN to see
Ohhh but in my heart
Hyde is all I need
You for HL and HL for you
ohhh, it's growin' every day ooooh
ohhh, Xan, Xan, Xan, Xanadu
you've still got the best of my love
ohhh, Xan, Xan, Xan, Xanadu
you've still got the best of my love
ohhh, givin' you the best of my love
you're hate, ohh your hatin'
ohhh, your hatin' won't make me disappear
my love ohh oh yeah
ohhh, Xan, Xan, Xan, Xanadu
you've still got the best of my love
[fade out]

PerVirtuous
February 18th, 2006, 04:11 PM
Poor Man’s Lament

I saw a girl with a gorgeous ass and followed her a bit
Until she turned around and looked at me like I was sh!t
And in her lovely face I saw what keeps me in this cage
That knowing what is in girl’s hearts will likely cause them rage

For most folks have their heart so filled with treasure piles galore
So much so there is no room left to bring in any more
So if you climb into their heart and look at what’s in there
They’ll stab you in the back and pull you back out by your hair

You must protect your goods with the merchant mentality
And bargain with each other for what should be given free
Then pack your heart with gold and jewels and stocks and bonds and stuff
And you’ll seduce the best there is once you have stored enough

I will watch from the sidelines as I cannot pay the fare
watch with a lonely sadness as the merchants trade their wares
And I will simply bide my time committed patiently
To waiting for that woman who can love a poor man like me

sylouette
February 18th, 2006, 05:58 PM
A man whom is poor of money
is but of the richest kind to me
He sees the world in many colors
instead of 'green' being a priority.

Because he has no material things
that only a rich man's money can buy
He gives to his lover more of himself
and his love is of endless supply.

There are many women that want jewelry
or fancy cars, and a man to pay all of their bills...
but for me, I just want my independence,
and a loyal and trusting man with no fancy frills.

He doesn't have to be model material
nor a man who is muscular and hulky
Just give me a man with a M.A.C. :devil:
who will make me laugh and truly love me.

PerVirtuous
February 19th, 2006, 02:30 AM
A man whom is poor of money
is but of the richest kind to me
He sees the world in many colors
instead of 'green' being a priority.

Because he has no material things
that only a rich man's money can buy
He gives to his lover more of himself
and his love is of endless supply.

There are many women that want jewelry
or fancy cars, and a man to pay all of their bills...
but for me, I just want my independence,
and a loyal and trusting man with no fancy frills.

He doesn't have to be model material
nor a man who is muscular and hulky
Just give me a man with a M.A.C. :devil:
who will make me laugh and truly love me.

You are getting pretty good at this! I like the way you interject your sense of humor and that you are willing to be a bit off the beaten path with your views. If you want to be a poet, that is a prerequisite.

I figured out the C, but the M and A still elude me. Massive-Assed?

sylouette
February 19th, 2006, 03:08 PM
bit off the beaten path with your views

I dont' get it? What does that mean?


I figured out the C, but the M and A still elude me. Massive-Assed?

Close enough. ;)

PerVirtuous
February 19th, 2006, 08:17 PM
I dont' get it? What does that mean?

It means you truly march to the beat of a different drummer. It is what makes you lovable.




Close enough. ;)

I only wish it was!

sylouette
February 20th, 2006, 10:06 AM
When you hold my hand
and walk with me
sharing the beauty of nature
Nothing else matters.

When you pull me close
by my belt hoops
and wrap your arms around me
Nothing else matters.

When you hug me tight
and kiss my cheek
for just that moment
Nothing else matters.

When you make love to me
staring into my eyes
and passionately kiss me
Nothing else matters.

When you lay next to me
holding me in your arms
and whisper in my ear, I Love you.
Nothing else matters.

With you....

nothing else matters.

PerVirtuous
March 9th, 2006, 04:52 PM
Broken Heart Hot-Glue

Life ain't over honey-cheeks
I've got some news for you
you may be suffering disrepair
your heart is broke in two

But, I'll take my injector gun
and pump a time or two
and heal your tender body with my
broken heart hot-glue

Broken heart hot-glue
Broken heart hot-glue
will make you sing and
make your broken heart as good as new
Broken heart hot-glue
Broken heart hot-glue
The Doctor says you need a shot of
Broken heart hot-glue

If you're a little squeemish
and you fear how sore you'd be
just put yourself at ease
'cause you can take it orally

But, then there are some side effects
with broken heart hot-glue
It whitens teeth, improves your breath
and keeps you regular, too!

Broken heart hot-glue
Broken heart hot-glue
will make you sing and
make your broken heart as good as new
Broken heart hot-glue
Broken heart hot-glue
The Doctor says you need a shot of
Broken heart hot-glue

You say your heart's not broken
and your life is just spiffy
so, you don't need no hot glue
to be happy as can be

Well, here's a news flash sweetie
that is bound to change your view
there's nothing causes weight loss like
my broken heart hot-glue
It makes your skin get blemish free
your abs get firmer, too
it makes you taller shrinks your butt
and makes you beautiful

Broken heart hot-glue
Broken heart hot-glue
will make you sing and
make your broken heart as good as new
Broken heart hot-glue
Broken heart hot-glue
The Doctor says you need a shot of
Broken heart hot-glue

Snoop
March 9th, 2006, 05:35 PM
Broken Heart Hot-Glue


Honey Cheeks?

I would make this a country song - you have a 10 gallon hat?

PerVirtuous
March 9th, 2006, 05:45 PM
Honey Cheeks?

I would make this a country song - you have a 10 gallon hat?

It IS a country song, y'all! You sum smaht!