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Chocolate Moose Girl

Chocolate Moose Girl

A Sunday brunch one day went me
when she I saw, at table three.
From my mind to forget, never nor maybe.

For on this radiant sunny Sunday afternoon
in the Botanical Garden, my favorite room
sat at a table, grandmother and she.

The walls lined in fragrant ferns of green
baroque blossom ladies in gilded frames seen.
Her simple beauty profile delicate cherry flourish tree.

Now this vision alone, fulfilled my eyesight hunger greatly
when added she did this simple act make.
 To her pink full lips a taste took she.

When delicate and slow she lifted
her chocolate moose to mouth she gifted.

From the moose chocolate, I know previous take.
The finest ever no chief could bake,
Satisfying, soft coolness, still lingering in me.

A sublime sexual treat,
then look I did, toward her feet.
When out rolled her toes
from brocade slippers of gold, I see.

Her barefoot toes ached 
to reveal her pleasure
 with each spoon to lip,
 delight, same measure.
My mind to forget, never nor maybe.


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Poetry Destryer Vs Gareth James (round 3)

For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.

You ask If I want mommies hug
wouldn’t that be nice, lovely and snug
You just want to hold me
Under that great oak tree
And kiss me on your picnic rug

You want the vultures to enjoy
My sweet flesh, is that your ploy?
Wanting to be them
Eyeing up my sweet gem
Tell the truth, you just want a toy boy 

Well our future together would be bright
Injets, pens and cartridges in sight
You’d color me in
Goodness what a sin
As I would always do the best write

Hang up your gloves as your are weak
You are also classed as an antique
A low blow I know
Don’t cry, don’t go
You can come back with a new technique.

If I don’t hear from the poetry cop 
I will know I have come out on top
Good bye little girl
Give us one more twirl
Now, this should be the final full stop (.)!

P.D, this is the first one ive done. Took me a while. Very good fun though. I kind of limit’s 
the write.


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Mona Lisa


Humble Olive Eloisa
Went one day to work in Pisa
She posed for awhile
Behind flashy smile
She stood in for Mona Lisa.

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From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS



RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


www.jesus.si


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HEARTBREAKER - IG

There was a girl from across the sea
In every way she seemed right for me
She showed me her art
I thought next was her heart
But alas, this dream was not to be

2-2-15


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Painting Paradise

As I arrived heaven… in love and light
I searched for my pen and pad, to write
a poem for paradise.
Alluring in my eyes,
hoping to write about this holy height.

Viewing the Holy One’s thrilling throne,
Hear the agile angel’s terrific… tone.
No noon, no night;
lifelong love and light.
My pen can’t paint paradise… all alone.


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New Year's Resolution inspired by John Cameron Swayze

Author's Note:  If you have never seen the advertising contributions of John Cameron Swayze, take a moment to watch a few of his videos.  Then, enjoy this limerick (which in combination with the videos) provides some interesting inspiration for the new year.  

We suggest a vagina's for sex
And hope the possessor expects
To take a licking
And keep on ticking
Over and over like a Timex 


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CLIP IT ON

Clip it on and don't think twice
Clip it on cuz it looks nice.
Clip it on so you know where it is at.
Clip it on maybe to a hat.
Clip it on so it does not fall off.
Clip it on so your pet don't runaway.
Clip it on so it stays in place.
Clip it on in outer space.
Clip it on every day.
Clip it on around the world.
JUST CLIP IT ON.


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fatty

dusty was the scale, under the bathroom sink
all it needed to work, were two bare feet
 and it would tell the tale 
 and tell the tale true 
a bit portly, bending over just to see


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Virtuous Virgoans

Virgoans are virtuous… pretty practical.
Relentless, respectful, real… radical;
Neat, nifty and noble,
Friendly, firm… flexible,
Ambitious, alluring… analytical.
 

I am a Virgoan.....  Virgo


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A Portrait of Vincent VanGogh

To the proud parents, Anna and Theo
A serious lad, silent and thorough
A clan of preachers
And dealers of art
From the southern Netherlands came Van Gogh

When sent to school, he did not want to go
The separation led to much sorrow
But he learned to draw
Whatever he saw
Sent off to sell art in Paris, Van Gogh

His happiest time, and now in love, oh
Till the landlady’s daughter told him no
Now a broken heart
Surly to sell art
Fired from his job in Paris, Van Gogh

Vincent sought out a coal miners’ burrow
A priest of sorts, but a squalid fellow
The church was appalled
And cursed his resolve
To the asylum for crazy Van Gogh?

His father baffled, on the verge of foe
Art interest, once again, began to grow
Back to school again
This time, in His name
To paint in the service of God, Van Gogh

School’s out, back to his parents he would go
Using neighbors as subjects to ditto
Proposed to his cousin
Which she found disgustin’
Burning his hand to see her, holy Van Gogh!?!

Now off to The Hague, a family furlough
To live with Sien, a boozing bimbo
A man to see ya…
Caught gonorrhea
Three weeks in the hospital for Van Gogh

The pain of loneliness drove him back home
Once again, a failed love with fair Margot
Then Vincent’s father died
He grieved deeply inside
The tragedy further refined Van Gogh

Finally, Vincent’s work was in the know
“The Potato Eaters” made an art show
Just add more color
Said his dear brother 
Rubens brightened the dark gloom of Van Gogh

Vincent’s diet: coffee and tobacco
Mixed with absinthe began to take its toll
Though he kept on painting
Then Paris, more training
The end was getting closer for Van Gogh

The masters: Monet, Degas, Pissarro
Cezanne, and Seurat in his studio
Influenced his style
Learning all the while
That time was running out for Mr. Van Gogh

Then he moved to Arles, bad health in tow
Completing great works the whole world would know 
“Sunflowers” (in vase)
“The Café Terrace”
Minus one ear, the frail, ailing Van Gogh

With his tattered mind, and mournful woe
Committed to the asylum, Mausole
With his final works
“The Church at Auvers”
“Starry Night” was painted in pain, Van Gogh

“At Eternity’s Gate”, he was sorrow
Wandered into a field, farmer’s fallow
Put a bullet in his chest
In hopes of peaceful rest
“The sadness will last forever”, Van Gogh


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sharhonda

my wife has a gay boyfriend
thats over all the time
sometimes he comes over 
dressed in drag
and looks so so fine

i never wonder what they do
when they're all alone
but i always wonder if she's
suspisious with him around me
with his make up on

and sin has touched me
more than once with my imagination
men in drag should be a crime
not a fasination


(TOTALLY FICTION)


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BooVille

Long ago in Booville lived a Doo
Doo had a friend named Rue-Foo
Rue-Foo was obsessed with candy
But he was never handy
Then Rue-Foo found a mooing Phu-boo


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The Further Adventures Of Mr. Laurel And Mr. Hardy.

Stanleys' plane circles wild, fro and aft.
Ollie screamed up: " Throw me a raft!"    Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho.
with gathering gators
I won't be here later
One just gave my drawers a big draft.  OhhhOhhh....

When they opened the gator to see
which intestine poor Ollie might be.
He plops out pratfall
then looks at us all
and smiles: " hm hm hm, I'm still me."

Stanley: " But I thought.. I thought you were eaten..oo whooo whoo whoo..."
Oliver looks at us, shrugs  and throws his arms up.
( Cue music.)
Coo Coo  Coo Coo, Coo Coo 

THE END.


This is inspired by Miss Carrie Richards, one of the best. 
This Is Another Fine Mess You've Gotten ME Into, Stanley...


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Slick Limerick

~ They call me the Pondering Poet if there's love to be found, I'll show it with euphony divine under boughs I will shine although once in a blue moon, I'll blow it... ~ A P.D. Contest ___________________________________


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Acting

My notion at its most masochistic
The crowd, laughs, quite the kick.
I've never enjoyed anything more
The art is my greatest lore.
It's the only life I'd ever pick.


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the art of movie makeup

i study a pretty at a face
soon there will be no trace
a color here
another there
what a what a disastrous ace


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Fake Coins

There once was a young  farmer called Lee,
Who was digging up coins round a tree.
He was sure they were golden
And were awfully olden:
They were dated a thousand BC…

BC : Before Christ


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Another Talent Arrives

There was a man named Ed Coet,
Who turned out to be quite a poet,
He spoke from the heart,
Thus he did impart,
And now all of Soup does know it.


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Venus de Milo


Venus de Milo sought high and low 
for her arms akimbo.  Long ago 
I offered to look too 
for those two lost ampu- 
tated limbs, but naught said that bimbo.


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Creation of Love

Creation of Love

He took an old sock and did stuff it
With a comedic voice he did bluff it
And need I here mention
The guy was Jim Henson
And the sock was his very first Muppet


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Mona Lisa


Mona Lisa in her gallery 
turns her ever lovin' smile on me.  
Subliminally, I 
hear, "I will keep me eye 
on you, boy; come see me next century."


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Mission of the Ninja

Send on mission to recover and kill,
He prepared his mind not to fail and feel,
Drawing his sword,he freezes;
She`s his love,~makes him sneezes;
Cannot kill but knocked off to take the seal.


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Dorian Gray

(Limerick) 


There was a man called Dorian Gray
Who tried hard not to get old and gray 
So a swap he just did
Portrait wrinkles did rid 
Till his rotten flesh ate it away. 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2011 


September,10, 2014


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Ma Dropping It Like Its Hot (Limerick)

Ms. Potter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
Ms. Potter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot


Comments:
How soon some forget that they were once young too. If the power of dance is ones 
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise.  One 
Love


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BABY I CAN FEEL YOU

tho we're far apart
your in my heart
this is how love start
when am blue
your on my mind too
BABY I CAN FEEL YOU


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Writer's Block

There once was a poet called Jock,
Who liked writing in his wife’s frock.
But the dress didn’t fit,
Which annoyed him a bit,
And he suffered from writer’s block.


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the game

they want me to give them my thoughts
and break them to shatter my heart
your agenda's lame
so this is the game?
this goes against all i've been taught....


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MY MEMORIES NEVER FAIL

In my baby diaper i sang
Then motherly songs never slang
Lullaby welcomes me home meekly
In me lies hope boldly
But i still remain a child in the gang


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Tim Patch Paintings

Tim Patch Paintings

There’s an Aussie that paints like no other
His paint brush of choice – well brother
Without being crude
He paints in the nude
Even if painting your mother

Over the years Patch has learned
Abrasive canvas and acrylic paints burned
So now he just toils
In waters and oils
And basks in the fame he has earned

I may or may not be correct
But me thinks he paints when erect
For anything less
Would be a big mess
I ain’t tried it but I just suspect

Mdailey	9/12/12