loved the part about the berkas and the puddles....enhances the whole theme of timelessness and that kind of subtle power

This poem couldn't be more wrong if you drove it to an outward bound centre for mentals, laced all the mentals' tea with Rhophnol and then allowed it to practice its flute playing with the mentals' private parts.

I understand you. You suffered a great loss in your early life and have spent the rest of it trying to replace the loss with a gigantic prosthetic. Unfortunately whilst some may replace a broken penis with a snooker ball in a sock you have chosen a she-pee.

it's just a voice people choose.

good question

sappy, fresh and sticky

blue somber flute, bright bird-like flute. I like baroque flute best. breathy and down - flute. nice

Down where I don't live, but can feel it, nicely done

I know it's cheesy, but what's so wrong with that verse in particular?

I am baffled yet again, that's why I saved this to my fav's. Stupendous, genious, a piece of art.

Sounds like someone I know.

I'd settle for two, but knight thee with a 10.

This place is dead! Or perhaps hibernating?

This is my St. Valentine's Day poem. Think Hallmark would buy it?

this one is difficult. I shall rate it with a randomly generated number.

I know a few prefab holes I'd like to stick my trunk into. they say it feels like warm jello pie... but like this poem it always leaves me feeling a bit empty, and wanting more. Here's an 7 for the intrigue.

Is this the new Jenny Craig diet? I find black licorice mixes well with kisses. Nine for 9.

Because this reminds me of the old days, ten!

awesome

'always'? you mean like everytime you read it? how sweet!!!!