Today's poet

[XRunner]

Neil Rollinson

Featherlite

Waste not, want not you say as you
wring the last drops, the way
you'd get the dregs of the Burgundy
out of a wine box. You swallow the lot
like an epicure, a woman who hasn't drunk
for weeks. I see the tongue curl
in your mouth, your lips sticky and opalescent
as it runs down your throat.
An elixir, that's what you call it,
your multi-mineral and vitamin supplement:
amino acids, glucose, fructose, vitamin B12
(essential for vegetarians), vitamin C,
magnesium, calcium, potassium,
and one third of the recommended
daily dose of zinc. You wipe your chin
with a finger, and put the tip to your tongue.
The taste is acquired; like whisky,
and anchovies, you develop a passion.
It's an aphrodisiac more efficacious
than rhino horn, or Spanish Fly,
it's delicious, you say, as you grab my hair,
and push your salty tongue in my mouth.

This poem has to be kept under wraps!

[Hes]

You are off looking at classy poetry web sites, and I've ended up reading drunken sea shanties. I won't trouble you with any, and I'll change my tack me hearties. Aaaarggh Jimm Laaad

I like drunken sea shanties...go on HHH, post a sea shanty...you know you want to...go on, go on, go on.

[Harry H Howgill]

I've gone blind!

Featherlite

Waste not, want not you say as you
wring the last drops, the way
you'd get the dregs of the Burgundy
out of a wine box. You swallow the lot
like an epicure, a woman who hasn't drunk
for weeks. I see the tongue curl
in your mouth, your lips sticky and opalescent
as it runs down your throat.
An elixir, that's what you call it,
your multi-mineral and vitamin supplement:
amino acids, glucose, fructose, vitamin B12
(essential for vegetarians), vitamin C,
magnesium, calcium, potassium,
and one third of the recommended
daily dose of zinc. You wipe your chin
with a finger, and put the tip to your tongue.
The taste is acquired; like whisky,
and anchovies, you develop a passion.
It's an aphrodisiac more efficacious
than rhino horn, or Spanish Fly,
it's delicious, you say, as you grab my hair,
and push your salty tongue in my mouth.

[freckle]

How utterly gorgeous is this? Oh my golly gosh it is wonderful..one to keep and bring out for those "special" occassions...anyway i could bloody murder a glass of wine after all of this...pah! ...i hope you two aren't drinking, that's just not fair!


I liked all of this poem but particularly these bits

Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.

Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.

oh and the really saucy verse...

this is the tamest bit of that one....
...your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.

beautiful just beautiful!

[Harry H Howgill]

I like drunken sea shanties...go on HHH, post a sea shanty...you know you want to...go on, go on, go on.

It’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
And across the western ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggy noggy boots?
They’ve all gone for beer and tobacco
The leather’s all worn out and the soles are all worn out
And my toes are looking out for better weather

Where is me shirt, me noggy noggy shirt? / It’s…
The collar’s all worn out and the front is kicked about
And my tails are looking out for better weather

Where is me bed, me noggy noggy bed? / It’s…
I loant it to a whore and now it’s all a-wore
And the springs are looking out for better weather

Where is me wench, me noggy noggy wench? / She’s…
Her lips is all worn out and her front is kicked about
And her tail is looking out for better weather

Where is me man, me noggy noggy man? / He’s…
Well he spends all his time with the women and the wine
So I think that I shall push him over yonder

Where is me whore, me noggy noggy whore? / She’s…
Well it’s her I want to lay, but she says I cannot pay
So my whore is looking out for richer sailors

[this time only]
It’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me loot in a house of ill repute
And I think that I shall go back there tomorrow

I feel sick in the head and I haven’t been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I’ve seen centipedes and snakes, and I’m full of pains and aches
And I think that I shall push out over yonder

[Hes]

Featherlite :

Waste not, want not you say as you
wring the last drops, the way
you'd get the dregs of the Burgundy
out of a wine box. You swallow the lot
like an epicure, a woman who hasn't drunk
for weeks. I see the tongue curl
in your mouth, your lips sticky and opalescent
as it runs down your throat.
An elixir, that's what you call it,
your multi-mineral and vitamin supplement:
amino acids, glucose, fructose, vitamin B12
(essential for vegetarians), vitamin C,
magnesium, calcium, potassium,
and one third of the recommended
daily dose of zinc. You wipe your chin
with a finger, and put the tip to your tongue.
The taste is acquired; like whisky,
and anchovies, you develop a passion.
It's an aphrodisiac more efficacious
than rhino horn, or Spanish Fly,
it's delicious, you say, as you grab my hair,
and push your salty tongue in my mouth.

This poem has to be kept under wraps!

Cor blimey...that's a change of tack, I'll just reach for my erotic poetry tome. I just got told off for using to many little faces...there wasn't actually one that showed blushing shock coupled with a mischievous grin anyway.

[XRunner]

I've gone blind!

Just as well

The Spanish fly of Neil Rollinson's title is the name of a dried beetle which was once considered an aphrodisiac, and it will come as no surprise that this second collection has many poems about sex; also present are the themes of science and drinking.

[Hes]

How utterly gorgeous is this? Oh my golly gosh it is wonderful..one to keep and bring out for those "special" occassions...anyway i could bloody murder a glass of wine after all of this...pah! ...i hope you two aren't drinking, that's just not fair!


I liked all of this poem but particularly these bits

Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.

Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.

oh and the really saucy verse...

this is the tamest bit of that one....
...your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.

beautiful just beautiful!

It is lovely isn't it...almost cracked open a bottle but have too much to do tomorrow so I'm on the rooibos.

[freckle]

Featherlite

Waste not, want not you say as you
wring the last drops, the way
you'd get the dregs of the Burgundy
out of a wine box. You swallow the lot
like an epicure, a woman who hasn't drunk
for weeks. I see the tongue curl
in your mouth, your lips sticky and opalescent
as it runs down your throat.
An elixir, that's what you call it,
your multi-mineral and vitamin supplement:
amino acids, glucose, fructose, vitamin B12
(essential for vegetarians), vitamin C,
magnesium, calcium, potassium,
and one third of the recommended
daily dose of zinc. You wipe your chin
with a finger, and put the tip to your tongue.
The taste is acquired; like whisky,
and anchovies, you develop a passion.
It's an aphrodisiac more efficacious
than rhino horn, or Spanish Fly,
it's delicious, you say, as you grab my hair,
and push your salty tongue in my mouth.

This poem has to be kept under wraps!

very clever x runner i don't know how you do these things... i really like neil rollinson...if you think this one is to be kept under wraps try "fruit"....don't think you can get it on google so you will all have to buy spanish fly won't ya!!!!

http://www.neilrollinson.com/hyper.htm

[Hes]

It’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
And across the western ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggy noggy boots?
They’ve all gone for beer and tobacco
The leather’s all worn out and the soles are all worn out
And my toes are looking out for better weather

Where is me shirt, me noggy noggy shirt? / It’s…
The collar’s all worn out and the front is kicked about
And my tails are looking out for better weather

Where is me bed, me noggy noggy bed? / It’s…
I loant it to a whore and now it’s all a-wore
And the springs are looking out for better weather

Where is me wench, me noggy noggy wench? / She’s…
Her lips is all worn out and her front is kicked about
And her tail is looking out for better weather

Where is me man, me noggy noggy man? / He’s…
Well he spends all his time with the women and the wine
So I think that I shall push him over yonder

Where is me whore, me noggy noggy whore? / She’s…
Well it’s her I want to lay, but she says I cannot pay
So my whore is looking out for richer sailors

[this time only]
It’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me loot in a house of ill repute
And I think that I shall go back there tomorrow

I feel sick in the head and I haven’t been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I’ve seen centipedes and snakes, and I’m full of pains and aches
And I think that I shall push out over yonder

Ha ha...excellent, cheers HHH, I see the tone is getting seriously lower particularly helped by XRunner's attempt to ruin our eyesight and innocence (yeah right!!!)