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  Aug 2014 Camellia-Japonica
Poetic T
I throw my line in to the river of word
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A                            p                    Sq/|\uat        m
                 z                     B              A|ll                 g
And what did I find                                        (.
Any sentence of use.                            h         .)
Jumbled up letters                   v                      (.
A master piece of juicy word                     D    E        
No all I found,            >ooooooo:}          c                    
Was !!!SQUAT ALL!!!                    ............            t
May be next time
The bite will be better                              SwAj
But for now all I leave with is            P
An empty mind & squat all.         Y g       s
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Tonight has given me an appetite,
desire craves at my soul, an itch needs scratching.
I desire no food or water, just your body next to me,
in me, your tongue Salaciously squirming in my mouth.
I yearn for you to see that my proclivity is not for chocolate,
but your sweet breath on my body.
I smoulder, tingle, burn at your touch.
I covet you, I long for you, I blaze for you.
Cook for me tonight a sumptuous feast of smouldering avarice.
Devilled debauchery, sautéed sin, overindulge me in you.
Boil my blood by touching me with passion,
feed my famine by ravaging my wanton soul.
I need to feed, I need to thirst, I need to purge with you.
Slake my passion, the only way we know how.
I crave you. I hunger you. I come for you.
© JLB
20/08/2014
00:07 BST
My wonderful friend
You blend words like a wizard
Evoke imagery out of syllables and rhyme
Leave us breathless at your unique insight
and jealous of your zeal for being a wordsmith.
Were I able to, my wonderful friend I would knight thee
for services to the beauty of words.
© JLB
19/08/2014
01:00 BST
  Aug 2014 Camellia-Japonica
r
We knew him well
his jest
most excellent
alas, not infinite

Where be your gibes now?
Your gambols? Your songs?
Your flashes of merriment,
that were wont
to set the table on a roar?
(Hamlet, V.i)

We laughed,
we cried
amused and touched

Borne on your back,
anguish unspoken

Poor Yorick.

r ~ 8/12/14
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  |      RIP Robin McLauren Williams
/ \     (1951 - 2014)
Decaying
Eroding
Composting
Organically
Murdere­d
People
Oxidizing
Souls
Eternally
D**ebauched
© JLB
19/08/2014
01:00 BST
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