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Where?

where i am going, i really don't know,
why must there be a place where someone should go?

why must we rush, hurry, to be,
calm down be patient, but nobody sees.

i'd rather be spontaneous than any other way,
but hurry,hurry,hurry, thats how it is today.

well i guess it the way it's suppost to be,
but maybe, just maybe someboby will see!

- James Allman "allman-goshen kentucky"
allman4@prodigy.net

 

The Perfect Man

The perfect man is gentle
Never cruel or mean
He has a beautiful smile
And keeps his face so clean.

The perfect man likes children
And will raise them by your side
He will be a good father
As well as a good husband to his bride.

The perfect man loves cooking
Cleaning and vacuuming too
He'll do anything in his power
To convey his feelings of love on you.

The perfect man is sweet
Writing poetry from your name
He's a best friend to your mother
And kisses away your pain.

He never has made you cry
Or hurt you In any way
Oh, fuck this stupid poem
The perfect man is gay.

- unknown

Another classic poem

 


 

"A Guy Should Say This To A Girl"

Loves a Sensation,
Caused by Temtation,
A Man sticks his location,
Into the girls destination,
To increase the population,
For the next generation,
Do you understand my explanation,
Or do you need a demonstration?

- James Mattie

 


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Subject: New Poem Submission
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 4:26:25 EST
From: ----@---.com

 

Speak Your Mind

A chance, a light, an endless flight,
soaring through the misty night,

A dream, it's fake, through I now wake,
my body trembles, shivers, shakes,
Untrue, so real, her lips I feel,
a precious moment I wish to steal,
My dream, 'twas her, my mind a blur,
I blink and yawn, begin to stir.

My heart thumped aloud and in my head,
Visions of her in silks and gowns,
Queen of my love she lives I say,
Cat got my tongue with claws of lead,
In my dreams only she is crowned,
Tomorrow she's gone, I live today.

A flight, a plane, a scarring stain, to say or not? Question remains,
Decide, must say, right now; today, my love for her I had to claim,
But wait, disgust? This was a must? Would she know love or think it
lust?
No time, too late, she'd love or hate, an answer I had to soon await.

I went to that old station, one train,
To look for her, for me to see,
A goddess on earth my heart felt for,
I run to her, began to claim,
Love exerting to her, from me,
How I wished for something more.

A gasp, a stare, the devil's lair? Would I be left alone and bare?
Movement, to me, a smile of glee, as if a Rolex offered for free,
A kiss, my cheek, wanted to speak, though she told of her heart and hw
it   
reeked,
And now, a change, newly set range, her words of love now sounded so   

strange.

It all worked to plan, how was this so?
A loving bond we found to share,
And thus my tale shall now conclude.
Without fear the feelings flow,
'Twas evident I left the Devil's lair,
With joy following a woeful prelude.

                                                -Peter Kelly


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