Rubbing hands together in a washing movement...Mine...it's mine...it's all mine! Power! I'm a moderator now! Go ahead, give me a bad critique, ignore what I've posted, I've got power now!

Ok, I'm just kidding (you knew that...right?...I hope you did...). It's great to be a moderator...

butchiesmom

maneuvering through internet sites is difficult...for instance have just discovered that this site has links to other poetry sites and has a marvelous poetry definition page.
And it is all there right on the google page, too. But reading the Internet is also a slow process for us older folk;...

mikeham

Lashed in lines ever flowing, the canvas screen
In turmoil, her exposed form floating in whites.
Forsaken she fights the night, to linger on edge
As clustered strokes, brush ecstasy in her being.

How she quivers when as I fondle her curves
Feel the body...

nature

Mistress touch me into a novel dream
You sequester my mind to your whim
How I suffer, rejoice the vibes of love
Supplant you in charming body divine.

Raptures create your enslaved calls
Body obeys each motion command
Puppet in action I ride to your...

nature

All days are the same: morning, city, the crowd.
Life's not going forward, it's moving around.
And masks of all shades on those ignorant faces,
A few made-up stories in cheap street newspapers,
Sluts looking like stars, dirty queens of attraction,
Gross idols of so...

April