...~* Poetry from my heart of hearts *~...

Kätzchen · 08-10-2010, 11:44 PM

Some poetry that I have written over the years...
I thought I would leave a few of them here tonight.

Beneath the Winter Snow

Every season brings its change:
Spring with its scented rain,
Summer with its incredible sunshine; and
Fall with its leaves of glory, conveying earths strain.

Whilst all previous seasonal changes exemplify change,
Winter gives a promise: the promise of undying hope --
The hope that buried priori will reveal its passionate syrup,
Bubbling in its crucible; dangling by a rope.

Laden in the throws of effervescent primordial epiphany,
Your Star leads me through the darkness of night.
Hallowed by the presence of an eerily shrouded Moon
My eyes dimly see: refractions of your prismatic light.

Buried in my heart of hearts is the seed of Your love:
Encased by coldness, the crucible engenders its glow;
Melting, metaphorical seasonal changes: galvanized-
Beneath the Winter Snow.

LDS
(9th, November, 2007)

An Exercise in Abstract Puzzle Theory

How practical is it,

When the obsession of your mind

Exists only in the shadows?

Who’s half blind?

Will the fruit of your efforts

Personify the kiss of a stone-cold,

Calculated flame, meant to burn?

Adding exacted guilt?

In the hours it takes to comply

Work must be done on the fly,

Wander then delay, purposely with precision;

Relief, again, will come during the Fall rotation,

With a round-like Key: on the by-and-by.

LDS

(25th, January, 2008)

Ode to Billy Bob

You thought you would weaken me
Being all brazen with your `tude
How dare you strut like that
‘come taste the mood’.

I raise the ambiance
To titillate you back
Inviting you to try on my love
Don’t gorge, just snack.

I lift my dress a smidge
And adjust my garter and hose
Careful to take in the effect
I lean over and kiss your nose.

Your hands held my face
Your tongue sent me into throws
could it be your magic
really curls my toes???

Taking off my rings
And stroking gently my wandering curls
I see you weakening
Cuz i’m not just one of those ‘girls’.

Billy Bob, you keep that up
I like you just like that
You lead, I will follow
Thanks ~ Your Playful Pussy Cat.

LDS
(10th, July, 2006)

Words

my dress fits in a loose way
but your hand will never lose it's direction or impact
night or day.

the Bear in You manifests like a dare
will I shed my dress?
With your help, I stand bare.

Standing still like a deer caught in your gaze
yes Dear, I am smitten
by the energy of your haze.

My Femme energy may seem Coy
but as i slide through your legz
You realise, I am a sensual Koi.

LDS
(27th, August, 2006)

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08-10-2010, 11:44 PM	#7
Kätzchen Member How Do You Identify?: As a very feminine woman. Join Date: May 2010 Location: Sailing in a wooden shoe with Wynken, Blinkyn, and Nod. Posts: 16,254 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 29,380 Thanked 33,631 Times in 10,723 Posts Rep Power: 21474868	Some poetry that I have written over the years... I thought I would leave a few of them here tonight. Beneath the Winter Snow Every season brings its change: Spring with its scented rain, Summer with its incredible sunshine; and Fall with its leaves of glory, conveying earths strain. Whilst all previous seasonal changes exemplify change, Winter gives a promise: the promise of undying hope -- The hope that buried priori will reveal its passionate syrup, Bubbling in its crucible; dangling by a rope. Laden in the throws of effervescent primordial epiphany, Your Star leads me through the darkness of night. Hallowed by the presence of an eerily shrouded Moon My eyes dimly see: refractions of your prismatic light. Buried in my heart of hearts is the seed of Your love: Encased by coldness, the crucible engenders its glow; Melting, metaphorical seasonal changes: galvanized- Beneath the Winter Snow. LDS (9th, November, 2007) An Exercise in Abstract Puzzle Theory How practical is it, When the obsession of your mind Exists only in the shadows? Who’s half blind? Will the fruit of your efforts Personify the kiss of a stone-cold, Calculated flame, meant to burn? Adding exacted guilt? In the hours it takes to comply Work must be done on the fly, Wander then delay, purposely with precision; Relief, again, will come during the Fall rotation, With a round-like Key: on the by-and-by. LDS (25th, January, 2008) Ode to Billy Bob You thought you would weaken me Being all brazen with your `tude How dare you strut like that ‘come taste the mood’. I raise the ambiance To titillate you back Inviting you to try on my love Don’t gorge, just snack. I lift my dress a smidge And adjust my garter and hose Careful to take in the effect I lean over and kiss your nose. Your hands held my face Your tongue sent me into throws could it be your magic really curls my toes??? Taking off my rings And stroking gently my wandering curls I see you weakening Cuz i’m not just one of those ‘girls’. Billy Bob, you keep that up I like you just like that You lead, I will follow Thanks ~ Your Playful Pussy Cat. LDS (10th, July, 2006) Words my dress fits in a loose way but your hand will never lose it's direction or impact night or day. the Bear in You manifests like a dare will I shed my dress? With your help, I stand bare. Standing still like a deer caught in your gaze yes Dear, I am smitten by the energy of your haze. My Femme energy may seem Coy but as i slide through your legz You realise, I am a sensual Koi. LDS (27th, August, 2006)