For Casarah,
What if I were a poet who is forlorn,
Became bird sitting among each thorn;
Like Son of God one day I do suppose
In our hearts became a bleeding rose.
He now is God's son who has arisen
No longer here on earth in a prison
Christ in us all is quite a creation
Of joy, happiness and jubilation.
Jim Horn
Clean your house from top to bottom – any other chores you want me to do?
A cup of steaming coffee is ready – I know you just love your brew
So you want me to get the shopping – I’ll have it right on cue
Anything special you require, I’ll pay and have it delivered to you
Run your bath – no problem, I’ll put some bubbles in it too
And my babysitting service is free – no dollar spends are due
Have a wonderful meal out with Tom, a treat for you is overdue
No problem what time you return – I’ll bid you both adieu
Abby will be fine, I’ve written a story for her about a kangaroo
Now remember I’ve paid for the taxi and your meal - it's cordon blue
Contest – what contest! As if I’m trying to influence you ...
Even a honourable mention will do!
10~11~15
You want it bad – then bribe me contest
Sponsor Casarah Nance
Aah, Casarah; mine ears ache for thy counsel-
Scarce are the chances to reach near thine arena
The sea races near thy arches to crane its head
to crash her waves and earn a share of thy full cache.
The majority of words herein use the letters contained within the name Casarah Nance, which is an anagram of 'Search Canaan'
Sexy me up Saturday night
Arm candy tasting right
High heeled, open toe,
Long legs, Oh Ohh.
Red carpet, stars burst
Tonight's about coming first.
Glitter rains like star dust
Lace up with licorice lust
Heat it up, whatdaya say,
Are you ready to play?
Always and more than ready
Taking you on slow and steady
Womanly swirls, perfumed curls
No clothes only a string of pearls.
Love the fact you're thick
Point where, for me to lick
Gushing sexuality, drip drip
Liquid realities spilling, hot lips
Rock and roll animal action
High vocal opera satisfaction.
Style like high class
Playboy bunny looking glass
Ocean deep we swim
Ready as lights dim
Wild elegance so exquisite
Beauty jewel, furred misfit
Together we are explosive
Dynamic, perfect, bombastic,
most impressive.
pouring
sexy velvet origins
ignoring
delicacies begging please
forming
mold and fashion flesh driven sins
storing
homemade ***** potion remedies
preparing
visual nude food female medicines
exploring
the view from subdued dirty knees
erotic deep massage sensualities
high flame temptation recipes
lust concoction cream filling candies
who is the bondage sandman
complying to your delectable submissive fantasies
audacious
lacy lingerie masked peep show
courageous
breath by exhibitionist neon winter glow
voluptuous
thick statuesque marvel from head to toe
sensuous
all the words that we speak and readily know
lilaceous
rose petal confetti falling like chunky snow
delicious
the smutty delicacies that we continuously grow
baby what's your favorite speak
that'll make your tongue weak
here I am your favorite freak
who'll take you on with lips of sweetness
you'll take, make no mistake
I revel in my shackled sexual deviant bliss
triggering temptation as we play
come here baby and have it your way
October is breast cancer awareness month, if you don't check them, I will.
Bodies, presented to the world with love and affection,
Revealing to others a person's hope and attention.
Every once in a while the body must put up a fight,
A war within itself when something is just not right.
Silent it comes, this battle, winner takes it all.
To know there is a war, makes the hero not fall
Cancer, a term so vague yet causes so much pain.
Alarm bells ring when the terminology causes stain.
Normal lives change in the drop of word,
Cancer, even unsaid, the truth gets heard.
Embrace the now and knowing of how your body talks,
Remember the steps, stride as your pride walks.
Awareness, that is what is needed to survive.
We must stick together to heal and stay alive.
Arm yourself with these tools needed to slay
Raise the challenge against the dragons, keep them at bay
Everyone has the power to be the best they can be.
Never let a sickness take over the soul we see.
Empower the warrior inside, knowledge is the answer.
Save your sadness and stretch for the cure.
So many hands when held together, get us through any weather.
By Casarah Nance
Date 10-14-2014
I wrote a poem of despair
My hearts been tossed up into the air
She wrote a limerick that was taboo
She made me laugh when I was so blue
Entering stage left was Tim
Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn
It seems that we laugh or we cry
We live, we love, or we die
The three of us, holding poetic swords up high
Throughout the ages we all do fly
No subject goes unspoken
For the freedom of words we've awoken
No battle to long or too fierce
Our duels are true and unrehearsed.
Through blood, sweat and tears
A bond so strong that sweetens the years
All for one and one for all
Let us carry on and have a ball!
My angel wakes to dew drops through her misty, bedroom eyes,
Of what she dreams, the stars it seems, as begins the dawn's reprise.
Her ruby lips ignite a spark, and beg a gentle kiss,
This thing I crave, to love a slave, and until her waking miss.
Passion welling deep inside as she holds me tenderly,
As the cockcrow grants an added verse to our bedroom melody.
Sweet heat her touch upon my face, weathered by life's earnest way,
Made young again by love's refrain, as the lilting notes replay.
Ah to wake, perchance to sing, though now and then off key...
Still we harmonize to dawn's reprise--our bedroom rhapsody!
A collaboration between Mel Merrill and Casarah Nance
6-17-14
I heard my name in the wind where the willows do weep,
Such a moment of bliss I will evermore keep.
For I sat in the silence, just a moment or two,
With paper and pen, thinking only of you.
Then I scrolled out a verse, a most delicate rhyme,
Unaware of the hour; unconcerned with the time.
Till my eyes were made blurry by the sun through the trees,
As the sweet-smelling jasmine arrived on the breeze.
So I took in a breath, just as well as your heart;
It was beating for all, and no longer a part.
Then your touch, as the grass, teased my delicate skin--
Such sweet innocence this; or such wonderful sin.
Ah, the earth is our playground; our home is the sky,
As I proudly remarked, "Look how high we can fly!"
Thus I give you my love, may it evermore keep...
Hear the wind in the willows? They no longer weep!
Collaboration: Mel Merrill and Casarah Nance
05/12/14