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poetry... yes?
im new to free wiritng/poetry. i mostly have been using it as therapy to be honest. im not even sure if im allowed to talk about the topics I talk about. like i always feel like theyre too personal or too dark. idk. anyways, im just hoping for some praise and criticism and maybe to meet some new people :)
Flesh to eat
If you agree or not, if wrong or right, allow me or donīt,
either way I will, all the same, wish you all the best,
to a girl, woman of my dreams, one or two or three or
so, one for everyday of the week, all of yous made
for me to love and dream of loving, that make the nights
worth it to stay awake, life worth it to be born and live
when undress even moon blushs and stars from far
peek into the window to get the glins of your breasts and
legs from knees till the home of a man that makes him
feel as hot iron does put into water smokes he does
and even if for a while, perhaps just a little reward for all
the rest, still it is a thing, it is a reason for a man to be
grateful to be alive, and gods even if never else, no other
time, least then, least once envy us, the life of a man
when he is wrapped in those soft lips and the world stops
it is an honor to be what belongs to that beauty of this land
of mortal world, soft all around is round and pink and brown
and firm but loose to dance to the beat, playful enough
to let it happen and tell when itīs too much, thou serious
enough to know we wonīt stop of the same need, for
the same destination to go, is the best to come together,
inside each others temples that were created for one
another to please by pleasing itself to feed the eyes with
reason for a blood to flow away from common sense
whats right and wrong to whats good and pleasing with lust
fills the cup that spilled flows as drops of sweat
on her back, on all fours worked up of hot from behind ī
did by a cock slowly pounding her hard going all out,
is all in so far she is breaking back with eyes to tell him
what hurts a little and what hurts more, worse and better
to stop when told and when to go on when begged
chosing a safe word just in case and keep it to yourself
unless itīs fuck me till I break or loose conscious
in the peak of silent screams, loud exhales of steam
the perfect sex of souls when words turned to deeds
it is the complete definition of souls being alive
itīs love: to be for one another along with cocks and
pussy, hearts and minds, being the source of each other
happiness and reasons and forgiveness and joy
joined in the holiness of the creation as perfected
to the first form of one by combinaning the separated,
when soul hardend by boiling blood drowned all in
her soul, a nice big cock to ride till the second comin.
either way I will, all the same, wish you all the best,
to a girl, woman of my dreams, one or two or three or
so, one for everyday of the week, all of yous made
for me to love and dream of loving, that make the nights
worth it to stay awake, life worth it to be born and live
when undress even moon blushs and stars from far
peek into the window to get the glins of your breasts and
legs from knees till the home of a man that makes him
feel as hot iron does put into water smokes he does
and even if for a while, perhaps just a little reward for all
the rest, still it is a thing, it is a reason for a man to be
grateful to be alive, and gods even if never else, no other
time, least then, least once envy us, the life of a man
when he is wrapped in those soft lips and the world stops
it is an honor to be what belongs to that beauty of this land
of mortal world, soft all around is round and pink and brown
and firm but loose to dance to the beat, playful enough
to let it happen and tell when itīs too much, thou serious
enough to know we wonīt stop of the same need, for
the same destination to go, is the best to come together,
inside each others temples that were created for one
another to please by pleasing itself to feed the eyes with
reason for a blood to flow away from common sense
whats right and wrong to whats good and pleasing with lust
fills the cup that spilled flows as drops of sweat
on her back, on all fours worked up of hot from behind ī
did by a cock slowly pounding her hard going all out,
is all in so far she is breaking back with eyes to tell him
what hurts a little and what hurts more, worse and better
to stop when told and when to go on when begged
chosing a safe word just in case and keep it to yourself
unless itīs fuck me till I break or loose conscious
in the peak of silent screams, loud exhales of steam
the perfect sex of souls when words turned to deeds
it is the complete definition of souls being alive
itīs love: to be for one another along with cocks and
pussy, hearts and minds, being the source of each other
happiness and reasons and forgiveness and joy
joined in the holiness of the creation as perfected
to the first form of one by combinaning the separated,
when soul hardend by boiling blood drowned all in
her soul, a nice big cock to ride till the second comin.
Bananas
Bananas are life
The key to every housewife
Bananas are great
They make me salivate
Bananas are beautiful
They keep my mouthful
Bananas are yellow
For all of the mellow fellows
Bananas are delicious
Who could forget how nutritious
Bananas are all I need
They are great after weed
Bananas are my salvation
They are God's best creation
They give your mouth the best sensation
They keep me away from my strife
Bananas are life
Charlie~
The key to every housewife
Bananas are great
They make me salivate
Bananas are beautiful
They keep my mouthful
Bananas are yellow
For all of the mellow fellows
Bananas are delicious
Who could forget how nutritious
Bananas are all I need
They are great after weed
Bananas are my salvation
They are God's best creation
They give your mouth the best sensation
They keep me away from my strife
Bananas are life
Charlie~
Written by Bigboycharles
Hello
Picking up an old love
I started working in 1971, as a manual laborer in a car repair car shop, and then in advertising as a copywriter. There I stayed for half a century.
I fear that advertising may have injured that part of the ear that can hear small voices, moderate the liveliness of words, fine-tune forking of meanings. Picking up the pen after decades of writing blurbs, slogans, spiels, documentary scripts and TV copy required time. Which was provided by the Covid virus.
I fear that advertising may have injured that part of the ear that can hear small voices, moderate the liveliness of words, fine-tune forking of meanings. Picking up the pen after decades of writing blurbs, slogans, spiels, documentary scripts and TV copy required time. Which was provided by the Covid virus.