Then we'll have to tie you down,
send away for a clown...
have him tickle your feet,
with exotic moss peet...
with extinct feathers from do'do's..
to tickle those toes!

Michelle, what is it, that makes your heart sore?
That might make you think about something else a bit more?
What is it at night, that you secretly think of?
that would help you, for your situation, to quickly rise above?
I know that it's hard to forget and it lingers,
and the times that you were hurt, you couldn't count on your fingers,
but it never does anyone any good to dwell...
trying to figure out things that have no answer is hell...
With your little one's helping, it seems you have been strong,
and don't second guess yourself, for you know you aren't wrong.
He may be the one that you think that you want,
but maybe it's time that your dreams...
he can no longer haunt...
Maybe it's time that you let it all flowed...
and told that memory, to hit the road!

To my mail, to my mail, what you send there does swell...
a part of me, that no one does see...
I could play that romantic part,
and say it's my heart...
but it's a little bit more then that I'm afraid...
you do swell my rhyming, and thicken my timing,
as each time, two words, together, get laid.
I can only imagine, what you might announce,
what "hot heated conversations" you could so easily flounce,
and I know that it seems like it's gotta be hell,
when you have to send the riskyess, to someone's email...

But, we all know that I won't mince a word,
and no matter what someone wants to type right here,
they're bound to get heard...
some of the things that I have read here as of late...
It's all poetry... produces love, laughter, and hate...
So no matter what anyone thinks might be wrong...
no matter what the words, we're bound to get along.

I myself, no matter to who, could say some blushing things...
When poetry abounds from the lips, who knows what it might sing!

frozn you fool!
now i really am cool
i didnt hear YOU Bi*chin
when i rolled in your kitchen
and warmed a lil spot
on your countertop

but i agree with wishes well
for our dear michelles
sweet little tunes
sing like the loons
and are getting quite swell


ah Miss Audrey, how I can cool your affections,
like the sinking of the moons, and the rising of the suns...
when we rolled in my kitchen,
and you left a warm spot,
I admit, when you got up,
that the counter was hot...
and that the air itself had even seemed to steam,
for a second I thought I was caught, in a visual dream...
but careful we must be, and careful we must play,
when with the other children, we watch what we say!
Just kidding, just kidding, we all know it's a joke...
you, and anyoneelse, can say what they want,
no matter what they spoke...
although sometimes, we must be careful,
of what we do say...
after all, something to raunch, too risque...
could get us all kicked off someday!

no fighting no fighting,
but yes, some gentle biting...
dont worry to much about that tho...
if you like, one of us will nibble your toe...

I hadn't really thought to much,
about when I read mail,
and the fact that it doesn't rhyme,
might give someone hell...

But now that you mention,
I can see that it could...
after all, once you get used to rhyming,
it practically should!

That's an oddly good point,
Misses Michelle...
I'm so sorry, that your regular,
reads like such hell!

It's a good thing you showed up,
Audrey was getting to hot...
and you know how she loves,
to be put on the spot...
she'll just throw a pitch,
if she isn't the center of attention,
cause the way that she pouts,
well, do I need mention...

So hello again, how are you today michelle,
it's so very nice to see you hear,
I hope your doing well...
I must say that each time I read from you,
a little catchy rhyme...
that, It gets better everytime...
and I can see that,
I can read that...
and girl.... that's PHAT!

She stood with the sunlight held in her hands,
caressing it as though she were a child...
She wanted to rub it all over her skin,
Let her inhibitions run wild.

The warmth that ran through her fingertips,
Felt so much like the friends that she knew.
The sunlight that continued to gather about her,
only grew, and grew, and grew.

Oh her smile, I can still see today,
having neither faded in memory or life...
This is how she looked, the day that I met her.
This is how she looked, when I made her my wife.

She stood with the sunlight held in her hands,
as the preacher promised us both to be,
and then she took that sunlight,
that she had shined so bright...
and she shared her sunlight with me.

The warmth that ran through our fingertips...
Felt so much like the friends that we knew,
And as the sunlight gathered to cover us both,
it grew, and it grew, and it grew.

How our love, I can still feel today,
having neither faded in memory or life...
The sun has only learned how to shine even brighter.
My warmth, my sunlight... my wife.

I would tickle your toes,
I would tickle your nose,
I would tickle your sweet spots,
thu sheer panty hose,
I would tickle you in the house,
or down on the street,
I would tickle you when we seperated,
and then tickle you when we meet!
I would tickle you behind your knee,
down the sleek inner line of your thigh...
I would tickle your neck....
oh, what the heck,
I'd tickle you till you punched me in the eye...

not a chain that could hold me has ever been wrought
not a house yard i would stay in has ever been bought
to keep me there with no thought to my will
my spirit tied down, tears definatly spill
as for leaving the yard on a sunny sweet morn
i wouldnt wander if my love wasnt torn
to keep me in a medium house happy
im afraid youd have to be kinda sappy
but your getting there alaready with sweet refrain
so in your yard ill smile and remain
now as to your bone.....
youll have to chew alone!
i like my boys
with squeeky toys!


Oh squeeky toys, they make such noise,
and are always full of hot air!
And as for my bone, yes I'll chew it alone,
because you're right, to keep you on a chain isn't fair!

But I suppose while I think about it,
the idea do I get,
that this is what seperates me from a regular man.
Is that I stop to listen, before the sweat will glisten,
because one day, you just up and ran...

So I'll set you free, take this chain from your neck,
you can leave the yard whenever you like,
what not, what the heck...

Even tho I made mistakes, one or two,
for some reason, you let me do what I wanted to do...
and that really shows love, coming from you...
The only way I can understand, is to show it back too...

A lady that would take that kinda treatment,
and still stick around...
I can only hope to show that her words made a dent...
remove the muzzle, and let her make sound...

I remember the day that I stood in the crowd...
and jeered at the man on the noose.
I remember how the more the fear showed in his eyes,
the more I wished the floor would break loose.

I remember the way I was caught in the din,
how just like everyone else I screamed for his end....
so loud that the world around me did bend...
to my hatred.

oh it was fed by the ones who boo'd to my left,
from the ones who threw food to my right...
it was fed by the horror of what he had done...
when the night shed to early light.

There lay on the ground, the man who's hanging now,
the way he looked stopped my heart with a thud...
As he slowly awoke to the crowd,
a woman screamed loud,
as she realised he was covered in blood.

and it wasn't his... and it wasn't his...
he was just a scared little kid...
swears he doesn't know what he did...

so we looked around... and two children couldn't be found... not a hide, nor a hair... not a one...
and as he looked out at the crowd, he screamed out loud,
I Swear, I don't know what I done...

and then the noose fell... aint much left to tell...
he was buried up high on the ridge...
then that same afternoon, all our hearts they did swoon...
as two children were found playing... under the bridge...

Hey there sister, how are you,
I must stop and say,
That I'm glad you dropped by too,
and upon these pages, bared your soul,
just by simple doing this, you have played your roll...
But don't be afraid to roll the dice again,
and another tale, or story, to stop and spin,
words like yours, touch everyone deep,
and at oft times, help us to sleep...
many of your poems on a dark lonely night,
the loneliness that I sometimes feel,
when I read, have helped me fight...
and it's only great to see you here,
Please, come back, and speak again sister dear.

ah slowhand, now do I respond to that?
Lol, it seems as tho it's with a girl you should chat...
there are some that come here, everynow and then...
and I'm sure one will respond,
and a counter-story spin...

of sinnewy shoulders, on a man, I can't say...
we both know that that would sound sorta Heeeeeeeeeyyyyy....
But it's cool that tonight, you say you have no stress,
Your constand rhyming opptimism, helps to straigten up this mess.
of those that feel they need to speak, of personal tragedy,
and instead of writing of others, only themselves can see.
It's truely refreshing to read your responses,
and to answer them,
however I may, or might...
Lol... however I just can't respond to that...
we both know it isn't right!

If you barked, I would react with a huzzle,
and quickly and curtly, get you a muzzle...
then take you home, and put you on a chain,
from leaving the yard, you would refrain...
a medium house, would be your home,
with a large sized yard to roam...
You don't have to worry,
you would never be alone,
from the second that I got you there,
I'd make sure that I share,
my bone.
woof woof!

dang dang dang...
at least it's not a leg or knee injury... lol..
like a head injury is that much better, but, in the world of sports.
Who got the worst of it, you or him?

Audrey Audrey... are you there my dear?
for without your presence, I feel rather queer?
and sometimes, when alone in the closet,
that is my biggest fear...
is that while I'm flogging myself,
someone else might hear... ha ha...

Ok, then, all kidding aside,
I was thinking of looking for my future bride,
and we all know from this post,
the biggest requirement of all time,
is that the girl has gotta be able to rhyme...
Any girls out there who fit the bill?
and of poetry with me, could never get their fill?
Some gossamer queen, who's a princess inside,
but in times of rhyming danger,
Then stands up with pride,
and like the kitten she can be,
she then starts to speak,
but like the tiger inside,
her voice is not weak...
this is the kinda girl...
that does make my interest peak...
is this kinda girl out there?
if she is.... let her speak!

Slowhand slowhand, thankyou my friend,
for coming, and stopping, in once again,
What terrible plights betwixt you tonight?
What perilous journeys have you had to fight?
and, when you went to defeat them,
did you take a Pan Am flight?
Because we all know to fly "concord" just isn't right.
It's like a heavyset lady, and a moped... trite...
cause you don't want any of your friends,
to see you in that sight!....
to hear them all laughing,
oh man, what a plight...
What I'm trying to say...
Is it was good to see ya... aight?

My Frozn child, you're such a gent
Grateful we are that you were sent
To brighten up these pages with your words
You bring good cheer, what a reward
I'm doing fine, thank you for asking
I would rather be here than hard grafting
But work I must to get by
Don't want the bailiffs to make me cry!!!!
I've seen your work on "Gotpoetry"
Of course you would not recognize me
But watched your progress I have done
I'm in disguise,oh what fun!
So, see if you can tell which one I am
Then I will happily say "You're the man!!!
Keep entertaining us with prose and hiku's
Your poetry has many faces as you've proved
I'll pop in later when time allows
So for now here's some



Here I am taking, a risk I think,
and your opinion of me, if I'm wrong, might sink...
of course, there are a couple of people you could be,
on this other sight that you call, got poetry!
I must admit, that I am terribly afraid,
that if I get it wrong, someone might get paid...
to off me...
The problem I have you quickly now see...
And since you said that you were in disquise,
Any facts I can gather, are no worthy prize...
Maybe your profile on one or the other,
is just a ruse, to confuse a brother...
ok, I don't know... I might as well guess,
pull a name from the many, I don't know who you are,
I confess...
So, here it is... I'm giving it a whirl...
and I'm guessing, that your name,
is Graphite Girl...

Lol... Thank you everybody.
Smiles for everyone!
I am rather touched by the comments...
Especially yours Miss LaMom...
so good to see you, hope your day is going swell!

Rock on man... That's cool to hear...
The best of luck in that,
tackle the dream!
I can see why your coach want's you to quit.

The problem with me and Audrey is wild...
is that her frigidness, that turned me into froznchild...
I just don't know what to do, to warm her up,
cept slide below her waist, and sup, and sup, and sup...