For Vicki only!!!!!!!!!

[tippinnottrippin]

This is a poem I wrote 4 u.

Vicki the gurl of my dreams
loving you is harder then it seems
one day i hope we here the church bells
but all you say to me is burn in hell
so i say let's go out for a drink
but you act like your shit don't stink
making movies and counting your bills
trying to by that house on the hill
so go to publix and buy that maybelline
before you do your next flix i hope your ass is clean
i know when i write i make you sick
just think you still a chick with a dick
so now you say that you are gone
damn Vicki that's the same ole song
well gotta go i've finish my cereal
so too Vicki i say CHEERIOS.
tippinnottrippin

[LG]

Here is my little contribution- i think Vicki will like this. Let's have a mini-competition to see who can come up with the best poem from Vicki- serious or humourous. I think you may find this hard to beat.

To Vicki

Vicki, your eyes are like pools of alpine water,
you walk like you're are heaven's daughter,
your smile will brighten any room,
like a sweet song can lift the gloom.

your radiant golden hair surrounds
your porcelain face, my chest abounds
with longing as I look at you
and think of what I'd like to do
alone with you, if I could be,
to be with you in ecstacy;

and as my eyes look down below,
following the perfect curves that flow
in sensuous shapes I trace around
from top to toe and head to ground
your chest is like a treasure trove
as perfect as the pure white dove;

but what I like the best, it's true
in radiant, sensuous, perfect you,
is something that I cannot name
in such a poem. I'm not to blame,
that even Byron was a prude,
though Baudelaire was sometimes crude,
and yet you know just what I mean,
what I like best is oft unseen.

[LG]

To MegabodyNYC

Okay, so you might think it rocks
to sit all day and look at cocks
how this one's long, and that one's thick
but a little poetry makes you sick.

Why don't you like a simple rhyme
it takes so little of your time
to read and takes so long to write
straining to find a word that might
be suitable to add just here
though modern poetry doesn't rhyme, it's true
nor does it follow patterns found in books of old
of how or why it must begin or how it ends
of what its very purpose is- why must it have one?

So whether a poem rhymes or not,
whether it is an ode to joy, a tribute to a person
living or dead, cloyingly sweet perhaps,
or bitingly caustic maybe
even cruel, or neither
why should it mean something at all,
why not a random downpour of nouns
and verbs and adverbs, like so
the rain fell like grains of sand
and the puppy blew its nose

or perhaps haiku
that simple form of words, of art
that brings many smiles

five syllables first
followed then by seven more
then five more again.

So if I decide to write a poem for Vicki
instead of saying "Hey girl let's fuck" to her
like many people do,
instead of telling her I love her ass
is it a crime
to express myself in words that dance?

[Letsgetiton]

Hey guys, why is'nt Vicki your avatar of choice?

[jay uz 2]

Still lurking.

[UckedFup]

roses are red
violets are blue
I really want to do you up the rear...

Damn, I suck at this.

Lil'help?

[ezed]

There once was a gurl, who said suck it
then commanded me to fuck it
I said with a grin as I wiped off my chin...
Shit..the condum broke!

A Boston Hiku (without rules of form) that has nothing to do with Vicki.

For you Vicki...

Hello Vicki, this is ed Vicki
I would love to lick your shlong till it's spent
Your looking swell, Vicki. With those balloons Vicki.
Hope you're blowin and smoking and still pounding hard......

Okay now, name that tune....You have until the music stops then a chair WILL be removed

[LG]

Here is another contribution to this thread. Actually, writing verse (albeit of this low quality) is something I have always found easy.

Or, to say that in rhyme:

Rhyming is easy!
But my poetry's so cheesy!
Sometimes when I read it,
I feel rather queasy!

Here's the contribution:

Roses

Roses are red
fuchsias are pink
sunflowers are yellow
don't this poem stink?

Rhyming ain't easy
and it ain't in style
sometimes it's better
to avoid rhyming words.

Instead of trying to make this rhyme
I'd rather have bacardi lime
and sip it as I blankly stare
into the distance, over there

for all I wanted was to write
a poem that maybe Vicki might
read on and smile and then might say
"thank you, I think it's made my day"

and then my fantasies run riot
and it is true, I can't deny it
I dream that she may smile and say
"my dream was marrying a poet someday"

and then the wedding bells shall chime
and I will write another rhyme
about our lives, so filled with bliss
and so I wait and wait for this

but Vicki hasn't read our rhymes
and I don't think she'll give a dime
so as I write my final line
I doubt sweet Vicki will be mine.

[jay uz 2]

?

[Canucklehead]

My 2 cents

Sexy Vicki,
Full of Grace
Come over here,
and SIT ON MY FACE