ooc painted house, i really respect your work, as a poet i may try, but never suceed do i (see's -- The Gorge

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Date Posted: 17:40:10 05/20/02 Mon
Author: +P ananoi D+
Subject: ooc painted house, i really respect your work, as a poet i may try, but never suceed do i (see's
In reply to: a painted house 's message, "and one for you" on 19:16:50 01/18/02 Fri

> >color=cadetblue>
>
>) Take, O take those lips away, (
>( That so sweetly were forsworn; )
>) And those eyes, the break of day, (
>( Lights that do mislead the morn: )
>
>Paso advances nigh to the unique crimson flecked.
>insipid form ceases migration, proper distance kept
>from the blushing beauty and weapon-like bases.
>symphonic bass note rings out, blending beautifully
>with the harmonies of the winged wonders. warm night
>air is inhaled mightily, intoxicating fragrance
>mingled delicately with the precious oxygen. second
>tone is sent out, garnet being the sole audience.
>a blood stained poet you may seek, but first allow
>myself to 'give it a go'. flinted charcoals do not
>shuffle, confidently carrying the beast even closer to
>the mystical marvel. plush pate settles lightly 'pon
>canvas, chest pressed firmly against the hindquarters
>to prevent lethal bucks from occuring. pressure is
>gradually applied, so that enamels needn't damage the
>frangible skin. intentions are to direct the lorelei
>to Monclova Peak, current land of choice.
>
>) But my kisses bring again, (
>( bring again, )
>) Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, (
>( seal'd in vain. )
>
>[naturally, I'd prolly post my own li'l poem thingy
>[the words in parenthetics], but none of my current
>pieces have anything to do with romance [at least not
>this kind] or equines.. and the one that does have to
>do with horses is in reference to a black mare..
>-giggle- it's a poem I wrote for one of my old HoH
>characters.. but anyways, it doesn't apply being as
>your character is not black.. so I chose a different
>poem. I forgot to write down the poet and the title,
>so I kinda dunno anything 'bout it, but perhaps you
>do? -shrug- anyways, I've done enough blabbering, and
>I need to get outta here anyways.
>toodle-oo]

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