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 Sep 2011 Lilly Bug
charlotte
if my tongue was as good with words as my fingers on the keys
there would be no need for me to write this half assed poetry
 Sep 2011 Lilly Bug
charlotte
just like that time you got punched in the stomach.
all your breath was gone.

your words make me feel
just.
like.
that.
 Sep 2011 Lilly Bug
jeremy wyatt
A flower of summer
Plucked and held in the hand
Is soon lost as a footprint
Washes out of the sand
A ****** becomes a woman
only when she is occupied, possessed
caressed and squeezed by her lover
or husband. As a buzzing bee *****
nectar from the flower, he sips manna from her rosy lips.

A man’s life is a waste
unless he smoothly touches the ******* of her lover
and pours the loving juice in to her beautiful *****
It is really an  ecstasy  for a man
to climb the mountains and go deep into
his lover’s deep valley and fathom
her inexpressible beauty

Blessed is the woman
whose breast is ****** most passionately by his lover
and  most lovingly by her child for milk
when she becomes a mother.
The greatest thing in this vast universe
is the happy union between a man
and a woman which is the real source
of recreation and creation of man,
the cleverest thinking animal on earth
 Mar 2011 Lilly Bug
jeremy wyatt
Think I'll retire for  a wee while
my poems are crap and my writing vile
cannot type a word spelt right
all my words are put to flight
stuck deep in a ****** rut
need a boot up my sad ****
got to stop just had enough
stopping while life feels so tough
gonna wipe out half my writes
throw loads away the next few nights
clear all the crap I put on here
so much selfish crud I fear
reading back I think oh no
I wrote it for my own ego
We like  the deep sleep
why are  we afraid of death?
The eternal sleep
I was a long time loner with emotions I never shared
I didn’t plan it that way, was just that no one really cared
Then you came on the scene and gave my heart a shove
Next thing I realised I had fallen head over heels deep in love

I refused to believe at first that such love could really last
But gladly changed my mind as the sweet years drifted past
When I spoke of my love, I spoke from both heart and head
And began to eagerly hope and pray that we would soon be wed

I sent my love to you, you sent me yours too
Until that sad and lonely day when you returned my love unused
I didn’t know what I’d done wrong, didn’t know why I felt such pain
The only thing I knew for certain? I must hide my heart again

“’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”
I sought comfort in those words but the message began to pall
When Tennyson wrote that line, he may have thought it true
But whoever believes those words my dear has never loved and then lost you

‘Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all
‘Tis better to have loved and lost love than to never have loved at all
‘Tis better to have lost after love than to have loved never at all
But when the loser loses love my love, the loser loses all
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