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Seventeen Syllable Poetry, Anyone?

PostPosted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 3:22 am
by rlkinthebandmix
Primal Focus

Sex seems fun to me...
Sex is all that comes to mind...
I really love SEX!

Seduce me tonight...
Seduce me under daylight...
Will she seduce me?

I massage myself...
I massage my genitals...
Massage is sexy!

Sexy is a word...
Sexy is a way of life...
Bless all things SEXY!

My friends are sexy!
My friends are sexy women!
My friends play with girls!

I touch genitals...
Fingers touching genitals...
Female genitals...

About orgasm...
Muscles tense in orgasm...
Sweet, sweet orgasm...

My breath comes in pants...
My breath slows in afterglow...
Sex is a good breath!

Sincerely,

Robert Lee Kumpf

More on Twitter... www.twitter.com/RLKumpf

Re: Seventeen Syllable Poetry, Anyone?

PostPosted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 12:21 am
by MikeTalbot
You guys are real prizes. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Talbot

Re: Seventeen Syllable Poetry, Anyone?

PostPosted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 1:40 am
by DainNobody
rlkinthebandmix wrote:Primal Focus

Sex seems fun to me...
Sex is all that comes to mind...
I really love SEX!

Seduce me tonight...
Seduce me under daylight...
Will she seduce me?

I massage myself...
I massage my genitals...
Massage is sexy!

Sexy is a word...
Sexy is a way of life...
Bless all things SEXY!

My friends are sexy!
My friends are sexy women!
My friends play with girls!

I touch genitals...
Fingers touching genitals...
Female genitals...

About orgasm...
Muscles tense in orgasm...
Sweet, sweet orgasm...

My breath comes in pants...
My breath slows in afterglow...
Sex is a good breath!

Sincerely,

Robert Lee Kumpf

More on Twitter... http://www.twitter.com/RLKumpf
I see 17 syllables in one stanza and then 16 syllables on the next?.. I doubt if Mike or George would have left this up? you ever contemplated moving to Germany and joining up to some animal brothel club?

Re: Seventeen Syllable Poetry, Anyone?

PostPosted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 2:37 am
by DainNobody
As Rodney King sat in the road
like a dog
Barking Out Loud
"why can't we just get along"

leave it behind
stand tall like good men
never to heckle or
mock our crazy friend

who lies prostrate
our brother out on a limb
holding the candle
but burning on both ends

aware of the evil
that won't let the mind mend
grabs us and drowns the
life force in the end

only to find it's
there's no way to play dead
cause the game across
the border keeps streaming on in

puss bags and other
most hideous of filth
have gotten an edge
on political myths

indeed it will end
the trick is to find
the right moment
cause it comes from the sky
in a fiery rage
brimstone falls like a deathly rain