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Kueh wrote on 2013-01-13 08:09
I didn't do one yesterday, but it doesn't count, because I didn't feel like it.
If ever there a goddess be,
I saw her sitting on the beach.
She craned her neck and turned to me,
And then proceeded to beseech.
Of me, she asked one simple thing.
That I, her champion, would seek to be.
An item I would, for her, bring,
Then be prized with a companion: she.
Her beauty was beyond compare.
Like nothing I had ever seen.
Every inch of her was silken fair.
Grace beyond what has ever been.
Of course, of course, I did accept.
What mad man do you take me for?
I wanted naught but to be kept
beside her on the sandy shore.
And so, my task, I did complete,
and on this news, she drew me near.
She whispered silken, soothing, sweet,
such sultry whispers in my ear.
There once was a scantily man,
Who just loved get out and tan.
He'd sunbathe quite nude,
n' I'd say to him, "Dude,"
"I can't help but admit I'm a fan."
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Kitkat wrote on 2013-01-13 20:36
Your poems are abstract and unorthodox... but awesome. Keep it up! :D
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Kueh wrote on 2013-01-14 00:18
Quote from Kitkat;1013623:
Your poems are abstract and unorthodox... but awesome. Keep it up! :D
Thank you~!
The goddess one is actually about
one of our mods.
I wrote it a while ago, and I left out the last 8 lines because they were explicit.
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Kueh wrote on 2013-01-14 22:48
Every fourth cup of tea that I drink jumps up and does a dance.
It spins and twirls and quickly wags, it does flit and prance.
When it is done it goes to bed, soundly in its cup.
I do not dare to drink it then, lest I wake it up.
:pika_blush:
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Kueh wrote on 2013-01-23 12:25
For reasons I don't really feel like going into, I didn't really have access to nation, so here's a bunch. I'm not sure how many I missed, so here's just 7.
Do you know who I like most? I like him more than buttered toast.
I like him more than lots of things. To me, such happiness he brings.
I love him more than eggs and bacon. If I were with him, we'd be makin'
Love upon the kitchen floor. So get out now, and close the door!
I want to be a shoe shiner, your shoes will shine so bright,
That you will be completely blind. You will lose your sight.
Don't ask me why I want to blind others by shining shoes all day.
No matter what you offer, if you ask I will not say.
The children are sleeping, all sound inside their beds,
And many magic merry dreams abound inside their heads.
But we don't sleep, we lie awake and laugh and talk instead.
"But I am tired now, I fear," speaks the little Ku.
And he does shed a single tear as he does bid adieu.
I shed no tears, for in his bed, there's plenty room for two.
Come cuddle with me, mister bear! It's what I'd like to do!
I'd love to cuddle up with you, be nice and warm, it's true!
Cuddling is a fine way to spend an afternoon.
I do not like to cuddle, not an inkling, not at all.
For you are just so very short, and I'm so very tall.
If you think we can cuddle, then I'd say you're quite the loon!
Just try it, please, I'm begging you! come cuddle in my bed.
Please do not, upon my tender feelings, roughly tread.
You were simply made to cuddle, like the sky is for the moon!
Well, I'll try, but I must warn, I will not like thi--Oh!
This goes ever much better than I ever thought it'd go.
Why I declare that cuddling is quite a mighty boon!
And so we two did cuddle into the very night.
We cuddled and we snuggled until the morning light.
Even now, we still do cuddle, and I don't think we're stopping soon.
Bring me out a whirligig, it must spin and sing.
A spinning singing whirligig, I want for you to bring.
Take me to a bakery and bake me up a cake.
A cake of such delicious flair, I want for you to bake.
Lay me on your bed tonight, wrap me up in your duvet.
Wrapped up in your duvet is where I want, tonight, to lay.
I wish, I wish, for a marvelous dish
Of fried taters, good steak, and some stew.
For a drink, I do think, that I'd sip as I wink,
for my cup would be full of sweet dew.
Mature themes within:
Gaze upon my mystic bauble, swinging to and fro.
Your mind is melting, getting soggy, soft like cookie dough.
You are getting sleepy, sleepy, come and rest your head.
And when I count to three and snap, come rest inside my bed.
My bed and then get naked, naked, take off all your clothes.
Wouldn't you be comfy, cozy, getting out of those?
Your mind is getting tired, mired down by my suggestions.
Your mind I am misleading, leading with misleading questions.
"Aren't your lips so salacious, space upon them empty, spacious?"
"If I could be so audacious shouldn't I just kiss them? Gracious!"
"Isn't my bed soft and fluffy? Dear me, is it getting stuffy?"
"Best take all my clothes off too and lay here in this bed with you."
Devil makes work for hands: idle. I'd best take you, style: bridal.
As I work your plumbing, humming, you lean, whisper, "Sir, I'm coming!"
Pace, I pick up, ever faster, your face panting, screaming, "Master!"
With forces like a space ship blaster, I, over your insides, plaster.
As to my chest you do the same, you blush and whimper, "Sir, I came."
We lay together, panting, gasping, I grin, kiss you, then say, "Same."
"I have a small confession, though," you whisper in the afterglow.
"You didn't hypnotize me so."
I smile, whisper back, "I know."
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Hanna wrote on 2013-01-24 00:54
I wrote you a haiku in 30 seconds, I even timed myself.
Conor had once said
"Kueh is a big fathead"
But that is not true
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Kueh wrote on 2013-01-24 01:14
Quote from Hanna;1019086:
I wrote you a haiku in 30 seconds, I even timed myself.
Conor had once said
"Kueh is a big fathead"
But that is not true
It's beautiful. I love it.
<3
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Kueh wrote on 2013-01-24 10:32
Once I planted, in the ground, a lovely little seed.
It sprouted once I planted it, and grew with such great speed!
It hoisted me so very high, until I touched the clouds.
It lifted me right past the moon, that the earth sometimes enshrouds.
Up there among the stars in space, it whispered in my ear.
"I'd like to share a secret, so I've taken you up here."
It whispered me its secret and then gently laid be down,
back upon the earthen rocks, upon the sturdy ground.
I'll never tell a soul the secret, not a single one.
And, no. Don't ask. I won't tell you. Since this poem now is done.
:pika_smile:
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Sanza wrote on 2013-01-25 08:06
Wow, I really love your poems. c:
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Kueh wrote on 2013-01-27 03:10
Quote from Sanza;1019968:
Wow, I really love your poems. c:
Thank you~ Getting comments like that really keeps me motivated to keep this thread updated.
The tea's in the kettle that's weathered and worn,
It screams and it sings as the baby's born.
The baby up and ran away,
Much to the mother's grim dismay.
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Kueh wrote on 2013-01-27 08:34
Oh my love, my dearest Chris,
Wherefore you ask a simple kiss?
I could give you so much more.
Hoist you through the bedroom door,
And give you tender nights of bliss.
Wherefore you ask a simple kiss?
Someone asked for a poem about me kissing them.
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Kueh wrote on 2013-01-28 23:01
Swing those hips, they're oh so fine.
You send tingles up my spine.
You send me in a lust filled craze,
I want to lay with you for days.
:cheer:
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Chockeh wrote on 2013-08-07 08:49
Hey, where's Mika?