really beautiful, to me it seems about the passion and commitent of deep/profound love.

i love how the words merge together.

thank you mirror mirror

thank you lilly, tanya and 2kidsmom.

"a bit erotic you have been warned... mwhaaa! "


I wait for the moonlit dawn
A different view.
Where I come from.
Tossed in air.
Falling through.
Both sides flitting.
Fog and tombs.
Harmony, discords.
A lachrymal song.
Spins and crashes.
Grab your torch.
Come along.

Rain, velvet, and gossamer.
Feels great and oddly awkward.
The wind is lithe.
A Delicate mist.
Everywhere.
Enfolding a kiss.
The moon is my maiden.
The night is my goddess.
Carpe noctem.

On a bed of leather and satin.
She whispers Latin in my ears.
Fingertip feathers.
Brushing my skin.
Candle wax dripping.
Blindfolded bliss.
cotton candy pillows.
struck by licorice whips

Go with the rhythm.
Heartbeats Pitter-patter
Like rumbling drums.
lose yourself.
in a well.
until the momment comes.
in the moonlight gleam.
her soft skin.
in her glowing beams
the spirit lies within.
every night I dream.
again and again

it definitely works for his position. if he was a counselor i would say no. the people around him make up for him being a jerk. that was the great part about Cameron,Wilson and Foreman being there because they fought him. cameron was the heart, foreman was practicality and wilson was conscience. with that kind of dynamic or group it would be great to have more Houses in the world.

one of the best sensual poems i have read. defintly doesn't shy away.

OP's poem reminds me of jaberwocky in how it flowed and how it was abtract and wacky. good job

really good flow and imagery.

if you add a chrous it would make a great song.

When I look up at the sky.
Was there ever an answer.
That gave meaning.
not illusion to my eyes.
Parasitic cancer.
Elusive, acidic.
Amputee dancers.
Caged birds can sing.
Hallowed and whole.
Weakness in strength.

“ a place of peace.
Lulls enervation.
Amid sleep.
Posion’s penetration.
Deft and devious.
Cloaked in mudane things.
Lost in repetition.
Needles and string.
Every action sown.
A bitter-sweet tapestry”

When I look up at the sky.
Was there ever an answer.
That gave meaning.
not illusion to my eyes.
Parasitic cancer.
Elusive, acidic.
Amputee dancers.
Caged birds can sing.
Hallowed and whole.
Weakness in strength.

thanks for posting.

house is awesome.

those are really good episodes i love that after that house calls foreman "scarecrow" because they had to perform a brain biopsy on him to find out what it was. the season finale of season 4 was sad but great.

anybody?

mine is autopsy. it usually makes me happy. it has a transcendent quality to it. the girl has cancer but faces it with courage and compassion.

thanks angel light and nvkikigirl.

thanks

it's great poem. i am sure it's about the slow loss of a loved one possibly at a hosptial. good flow and imagery.

I will bring it back again.
Add a fresh coat.
To this painted grin.
Theatrical show.
Devoid of knives
But full of cloaks
These lucky charms.
Deal me great harm.
Is it really so?

Deceivers and web weavers.
Elusive crowns, inverted frowns.
Death bringers and desperate grievers.
Which the world revolves around.
Every rose has it’s thorns.
Few things are pure.
Good and evil, tainted and torn.
Few things are sure.

The pendulum swings.
Ticking-tocking, scythes.
The death, life brings.
Hello and goodbye.
Romantic Cynic.

"to find mr right you have to feel that he is the last one in the world left for you"- corny quote i came up with.

good poem it's sad to hear and sadder to know. some people ignore it because of fear; others don't care. some shurg and say" nothings perfect" while they look at a broken machine that can be fixed. however there are those that care to fight and fix things they see wrong. i believe you're one of the latter.



Some see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not."
- Robert Kennedy

good job!. a really beautiful message to someone you love.

thanks you.