Poems

[rubens]

Pink and perfect mystery,
to which I ply my finger,
she ripens so exquisitely,
the longer that I linger.

[cadoc]

Travelling through life resembles an arc,
We start out as a child emerging from the dark,
To reach a crescendo,
Establishing a tempo,
Then sadly we all must eventually disembark.

[galaxy]

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

[carlo]

Spike Milligan said:

There was this boy called Sean, Who sat on the edge of the lawn,
His knees went crack, He lay on his back,
And regretted the day he was born!

[weylin]

Among the turbulent waters of the angst,
Came still waters trickling along the bank,
In between the moody winds of the dale,
Found an enchanting peace that finally fell.

[yancy]

It's so sad,
And it makes me mad,
When I see the heartache and pain,
Because were so called "not the same",
We sit and worry what friends and family will say,
When we finally choose to live life our way,
Some will say to be gay is bad,
Fools a lot, so I am glad.