Current poems in progress...

The shadow raced around the corner
---Anonymous
The shadow raced around the corner
---Anonymous
again and again and again it raced
---Anonymous
making me dizzy until black covered my face
---Anonymous
The pain of feeling so alone
---Anonymous
The hardest truth in turning to stone.
---Catie Lindsey
a stream of grieve will soften the edges
---Anonymous

come play...
---Anonymous
or stay away...
---Anonymous
or change the tune
---Anonymous
you blue baboon
---Anonymous

;)

Elevated train racing round the block
---Anonymous
Fat man inside staring at the wall clock
---Anonymous
Stinking of an old mattress and gin
---Anonymous
His motionless face looks made of tin
---Anonymous
The train halts to a stop and he's tossed
---Anonymous
Against the rails and looks like he's lost
---Anonymous
A lady passes by and takes his wallet
---Anonymous
He doesn't see her but he sees his cutlet
---Anonymous
Which she doesn't see but that's fine by her
---Anonymous
As she slips his wallet into her coat of fur
---Anonymous
She dreams of her man-date she can buy
---Anonymous
It was planned in advance for the 1st of July
---Anonymous
And off like a rocket she leaves for home
---Anonymous
To primp and prepare with algae and comb
---Anonymous
A pack of city stray dogs runs about her feet
---Anonymous
She wishes to distract them with a cutlet of meat
---Anonymous
If only she had seen there tucked under arm
---Anonymous
Of the fat man the cutlet to free her of harm
---Anonymous
The dogs nip at her supple, unprotected thighs
---Anonymous
She kicks at the strays and yells her goodbyes
---Anonymous
Meanwhile, the fat man rises to dust his pants
---Anonymous
Brushing off the rat droppings and army of ants
---Anonymous
To his surprise he notices his empty wallet pocket
---Anonymous
He becomes so enraged his eye falls out of socket
---Anonymous
But he nips at his supple cutlet and is calm
---Anonymous
And thinks of warm fires and Santa and mom
---Anonymous
With a spring in his step he wags his tail for home
---Anonymous
Blinding everyone he passes with his shiny dome
---Anonymous
As he enters his house there comes a "hi honey"
---Anonymous
And from his fur coated wife he takes back his money
---Anonymous

like a nyc betjemen

---- A Letter to Someone ----
---Anonymous
Dear Someone, is somebody there?
---Anonymous
Do you have an idea, an inkling, a care?
---Anonymous
I sit here in my everlasting despair
---Anonymous
Without the courtesy of even fresh air
---Anonymous
But the thought of you brings a grin
---Anonymous
Like a long day of travel and a motor inn
---Anonymous
Shimmering forth and from within
---Anonymous
Kinda like enjoying a drink of cooled gin
---Anonymous
Are you a he, a she, or a troll?
---Anonymous
If there were others, I'd take a poll
---Anonymous
Are you so fat that down a hill you roll ?
---Anonymous
Do you eat ice cream buckets by the whole ?
---Anonymous
I guess that's no matter when you're not here
---Anonymous
Though I'd like to know if you are sincere
---Anonymous
That day you got me so drunk with a beer
---Anonymous
And whispered wonderful thoughts in my ear
---Anonymous
Your name is a blur... is it... Cantaloupe?
---Anonymous
Perhaps it'll come in next month's horoscope
---Anonymous
Missing you so much makes it hard to cope
---Anonymous
Some days I want to hang myself with a rope
---Anonymous
Your liberal decrees and voluminous stare
---Anonymous
Your raspberry mouth and muddled hair
---Anonymous
The overall appearance of you and the flair
---Anonymous
Is ever so much more exciting than the county fair
---Anonymous
This letter is all I have to express my woe
---Anonymous
Drawing your image in the dust with my toe
---Anonymous
The sun shines upon it making your hair glow
---Anonymous
Please know that I love you always -- The Joe
---Anonymous

um... ann is married dude ;) timing is everyting, eh?
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sentimental joe, never learns to control emotions. it could be me, but i'm sure its not your talking out there. thanks for noticing though. just control your feelings!!! my best advice

is amber still arround, or ped ant or symon?
---Anonymous
good friends still a missing
---Anonymous
got myself kicked or bullied somewhere
---Anonymous
one is a fierce critique, one is an adviser, one is really a friend
---Anonymous
missed them all
---Anonymous
a critique, one can never be always right
---Anonymous
an adviser, of course, some experience helps
---Anonymous
a friend, it is godd to know you are not all alone...
---Anonymous

Well, I come around once in awhile you know...I like empty rooms that echo.
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I like empty rooms that echo.

shag me silly
---Anonymous