Current poems in progress...

Brittle whisper
Exposes our hiding place
dried flowers hang in the balance
While we wimper in sorrow
the whispers remain hollow
as the balance sustains it's position
poised can seem as ready while
tender thoughts beg to glow

In this time of times
patience is of a muster
Eyes that once looked to
the skies
are simply falling.
Never leave a brittle whisper
listen to the wind that speaks
An eye that simply sees
and not listens
is an eye that once closed
will not again open.
No one will win who goes alone
as many alone can be the same
listen with your eyes
believe not all you hear.
Look always inward, for He
that helps is always
near.
jd

wet
dry
what is the difference?
O2
no wait, that's O1 H2
or H2O?

hot and burning with desire
she longs
and yearns
her husband has left
her son is what remains
she must have him
he avoids her
it is hopeless
he is trapped by her
but she snags him
he overwhelms her
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Oh
The oozing sugar boils like butter
between the bevel and the cheap blue Bee
quite radically

His sturdy membrum virile
as strong as if he were with a real girl
punctures the membrane
and they deflate together

all puffed up then pop...

he'd planned it
thuh ass bandit

pop on my man-cock there's a dear