he he

good poem

I like the boys who ponder,
i like the boys who dream,
I like the boys who walk in shrifts
And talk, disguising what they mean.

I like the boys who act direct,
I like the boys who are select,
I like the boys that can't detect
The meaning, although clear...

I like the boys who smile,
I like the boys who cheer,
I love you all and wish you a
Fab xmas a ****ed up new year!



White wine and little britain taking their toll! lol!

Dust anyone? no?

wrong, so so wrong!

Love Thaidave x

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Originally posted by: ChipsAndLube
"wrong, so so wrong!

Love Thaidave x"

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oh please, you're not the only 1 who can write poems u know

I don't like boys.
I like the boy who walks in tune
with the afternoon breeze,
the boy who doesn't know where he's going
but who knows that before the twilight
the charm of love oozes from a chimney.

(Who said poetry had to rhyme?)

because they have been having naughty dave sex together - hey that should be a vicious rumour!

I myself have posted as Dave,
Because here it is i dwell,
Although without you guys around,
This life resembles hell...

I am disturbed by adams rhyme,
though it connotes some come [OOH ERRR!]
Reminds me quietly (in due time)
Of the way which we succumb.

I'm slightly drunk, i've had some wine,
we've been watching Peter Kay,
Although, Richard, my darling, dear,
every dog has his day,

I'm posting as dave, (apparently)
because, as you clearly see,
The world, revolves, loves, unfolds,
And so we walk our way!!!!

Incidentally..... mushrooms, dont ming!
A weed called morning glory on the other hand.....

sigh* Myself and Alberto will explain in coffee hour x

The dream i have, of butterflies, of stardust;
erodes, fragments, placates me.
Engulfs me, alone. I cry. I die...

i like the boys in baseball caps
and tracksuits tucked in socks,
i like the boys with hands down pants,
holding their own cocks.

Impressed by the Maths student's command of poetry!

Proof that I have too much time on my hands:

Once upon a wensday boring,
Woke with yawning, stopped the snoring,
Read the forum, browsed the sections,
Each as lurid as the last
Thought I’d read the ‘boys I like’
Thought (considering which fiend wrote it)
That the page would be a blast!
When I got there, read the score,
Such dirty poems not seen before!

Although guys I like are plenty,
Most of them now over twenty,
Boys in school I remember liking,
I did not tell for fear of striking,
God I’m getting old, though not as old as some blokes here
I’ve read your poems, such skill and wit… does not seem to here appear
Time for grace, for style, for more,
Although some of you I’ll no doubt bore

I’ve got a thing, I don’t know why,
For gelled back hair, so shallow I,
But what I seek, all said and done,
Is someone who likes trekkie fun,
Though I’m a geek, a fact which I will first acknowledge,
I’d like a guy who has a fair bit of the old computing knowledge,
And though there is, oh so much more,
That is the guy that I’d fall for

And then there’s music, as most y’all know,
Classics through to the concert show,
Pop and rock don’t hold a candle,
To pieces soft, or deep, (no Handel!)
So this is how I would describe he who would my life enhance
Though doubt and fear tells me I’ve not got a chance!
I hope this post’s struck some rapport,
Your own response I’ll now explore.
~~FIN~~

-- Edited by auroboros at 17:27, 2004-12-22

Smooth Adam, very smooth...

Ur both bastards :oP lovin the poems Ad & Dave, ur poetic geniuses lol

lol Drew thats good that

Cheers :o)

I like the girls who hold my hand
when no one would otherwise,
who whisper on my ear, softly:
"some day, honey, some day."

-- Edited by AlbyFC at 21:35, 2004-12-29

I did notice! (Obviously.) It's so nice to finally be able to be myself.

God! How bad to pronounce was that sentence?

The boys i like have subtle smiles
And secrets not yet told...
Liking Gwen is always a plus,
As is not being bald....

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Originally posted by: Adam
"the boys i like dont like me;

Or do they?

Modernist Poetry"

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Boys,
The male species,
A forbidden country,
Doom.
Yes, is that the horizon?
No, tis a cat, eating a scone....

The boys I like are made of paper.
Poetry is written by subconscious ladybirds.
Who am I? The first person you read on the page.
You'll read these lines and forget them and
deconstruct them with your theoretical love.

Postmodernist poetry :oP

boys are rubbish
don't let them in
get rid of them
liars will be eaten by wolves

The boys I like are not boys but men
Strong, Athletic and caring ye ken
Tall, dark and handsome, rocks my boat
FIdelity too keeps me afloat.
Someone to cuddle, someone to hold
Who will be with me throughlife til I'm old
What i want seems pure fantasy
but somewhere out there is the guy for me


Well I hope so anyway

the boys i like have slicked back smiles,
yellow and tarred,
they float in the brokeblack, break back river,
and scarred,
to touch dark fossiles of lost continents,
desireless familiars,
never thought to utter or think,
grey as olws,
singing hymns to hell, wind and the sea.