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?

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!

so if i bark
will you remark
on my choice
of singing voice?
WOOF
WOOF

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!

someone in a playful mood
come here close for an interlude
hold me press against my chest
fingers separate muscles best

count them without saying a word
feel the other reciprocate
a gentler stroking a sigh is heard
dance of touching trusting fate

hands on biceps slide around shoulders
hands sweep waist and massage hips
adjusting movements pressure sensitive points
rocking slow circling finger tips

a brush of hair above the brow
eyes close
a smile floats by
what dance is this i am feeling now
reverie lost in sensations high

there is no frustration here
merely acceptance a gasp and a tear

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!

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.

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!

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...

no need to reply
to all that i see
for sometimes i find
that i shock even me
just something i had
to get off my chest
or onto it rather
is how it's said best

now hardships i've known
and have had well
a few
but i lost them here somewhere
that's what i do
my bags are re-routed
gone off who knows where
in flight in the air
for all that i care

i travel light
i go where i will
or wherever she takes me
for the very next thrill
sometimes nocturnally
alive in the dark
like chinese fireworks
awaiting a spark

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...

ah slowhand im sorry, for youre muscle twitching
your rhyming is laughter, and deftly bewitching
as for someone in a playful mood
for me ill have to sit and brood
for you are quite taken
and i wont be makin
a song for your thirst to be slakin!
my rules are quits rigid
since i am so frigid
but lovely to see you and happily met
and ill get out of the bath, since im all wet!

if you let it go but it never goes
will you playfully tickle its toes?

if you are an ice cube
then i shall surely freeze

with delight
like a tongue
with ice cream and
a breeze

death by hypothermia
at 32 degrees
tasting of sweetness
completely at ease

tickle its paws and throw squeaky toys
in the air when they bounce they make joyful noise!

and pat their tummy and massage behind ears
and growl right back at them if they dare come near

a towel in between us grabbed in our teeth
growling and pulling i will never release

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...

oh give me a cold
cause i like to sneeze
it makes children laugh
brings them to their knees

and that is a sound i could
hear everyday
every night
in the morning
i would wake up and say

this coffee's aroma is
perfuming the air
and waking me gently
disturbing my lair

but under the covers it's
so warm here with you
let's stay here for a while
now what shall we do?

lol... to be tickled so much, to DIE!
yes i would punch you in the eye!
but then stroke your......hair
to show i still care
and a kiss on the neck
and oh what the heck
ill tickle you back till you cry!

aaaahhhhhhhh under the covers with you in the morn
such a thought so easily born
but you know its never a sin
when all you want, is to sleep in!