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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 13, 2018 23:09:22 GMT -5
This thread is a compilation of original poetry written by me. I hope you enjoy my poems. If you have written poetry that you are proud of please start your own poetry thread.
a frozen heart the result of emotional isolation
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 16:58:28 GMT -5
erotica
the libations of the gods drip from her honey pot the pungent aroma of lust fills the softly lit boudoir silken threads gently enfold the nooks and crannies of her sweat soaked body completely sated she listlessly lies in a languid state desiring her lover to return for an encore
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 16:59:34 GMT -5
experimenting with words
experimenting with words mixing them like a tossed salad adding a little chopped cheddar a touch of ranch or classic italian some bacon bits and crossants munching on a breadstick then taking a nap or a stroll in the park looking for the rhythm of life are all in all what makes a bard or a minstrel now sing me the song of songs and go on your way fame is searching for you
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:00:19 GMT -5
February is stormy it is an election year inspiration just disappeared into a deep hole the bull shit is ankle deep with no sign of slowing no wonder I am depressed
February 24th, 2016
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:01:15 GMT -5
getting rowdy gettin' it done out with the guys havin' some fun started with beer then changed to doubles that was the beginning of all of our trouble a challenge was issued 'twas answered real quick a punch to the face and then a quick kick the bouncer bounced us with a boot to the rear sirens and flasher bright red and blue the magistrate gave us a long admonition with probation for a year the lesson we learned getting rowdy ain't fun
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:01:51 GMT -5
gold fever
panning dawn until dusk remote streams grudgingly yield a yellow stipend
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:02:48 GMT -5
groggy
a weekend at the party cove splashing in the sun drinking lots of rum eating on the run has left me on this Monday morn a bit groggy if you please
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:03:39 GMT -5
happiness and pain
happiness and pain hanging out in the same brain in the good times and the bad memories are stored in my golden years i'm hoping such wonders will abound that they'll leave no room for pain in the store room of my brain
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:04:28 GMT -5
his banter was quite flirtatious his demeanor was quite ostentatious he seemed such a lout I gave him a shot and sent him to wide open spaces
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:06:13 GMT -5
hoagies
submarines are called hoagies on the east coast half a french loaf smothered in meats cheeses lettuce tomatos and whatever condiments you might like washed down with an ice cold pepsi a perfect longshoreman's lunch or a late night snack
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:07:06 GMT -5
hokum
hokum now there's a word that is perfect for what's going on in congress one side passes a budget the other calls it a farce and all the while we the public get tired of all of their bunkum
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:08:04 GMT -5
I chase butterflies
I chase butterflies as they flit here and there no certain path in their search for life giving nectar
I chase butterflies in moments of glee I'll snare one to study it's beauty to see then set it free
I chase butterlies like I chase memories of idyllic days past when youth gave way to a love that would last
I chase butterflies I sense the end is near i wonder how more than seventy years of life disappeared
I chase butterflies but more slowly today wondering if in the next life I'll be still able to say with glee I chase butterflies
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:09:25 GMT -5
I climb to new heights
I climb to new heights seeking that which was lost by a misstep in the rhapsody of love
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:10:03 GMT -5
I got my Bukowski on
I got my Bukowski on slipping into the night accompanied by a bottle of booze a floozy on a bare mattress and an attitude... don't bother to call no one will be home
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:11:02 GMT -5
In a bar far away
sipping from a shot glass of Saigon Tea she leaned toward me and whispered "You make me so horny. You buy me drink?"
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Post by oldarmybear on Sept 22, 2018 17:11:53 GMT -5
in the shadows
in the shadows of the street light a stranger approches what to do continue on quicken my pace look away or greet him with a smile closing my wrap around me lift my head a smile and a quiet hello calms my fears as he moves into the shadows once more
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