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thebogfather
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As you may have noticed (if not - why not! - read 'thescript' lol) - there has developed a 'joust' 'tween ladywhippet and myself...so as to unclog any other forum posting - this is 'our' new playing field! lol - feel free to comment (or join in?)

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October 11, 2010 at 9:31 AM Flag Quote & Reply

thebogfather
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so miladywhippet....

 

try this -  ' a vase of fragrant roses on the table'...

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October 11, 2010 at 9:34 AM Flag Quote & Reply

ladywhippet
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Oh, what odors through yonder rooms flow so fair,

It is the rose, and it's scent is the snare.

Sensuous fragrance with no earthly bound peer,

Sparkling vase set just so on the table it's lair,

Freeformed eau de roses has no worrisome care,

It's beauty and odor within there for all to share,

Your own senses by such laid openly bare,

Taking memories back to love's personal dare,

Scents amid memory's eye of strokes of her hair,

Still pictures playback of his lips so near.

All of this due to the fragrance of the rose so rare.

 

 






A mouse tells a story.  :D

October 11, 2010 at 10:09 AM Flag Quote & Reply

kim
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o knight of honour,  the lord sir trevor

distinguished be yer lance you grip -

a stately mare wi' stride endeavour'd

strengthen'd by thon lady whip -


single out yer fragrant roses

lest they vanish by hand o' thief

for the lady awaits her proses

in return fer her handkerchief


:)

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love is falling into love

October 11, 2010 at 10:11 AM Flag Quote & Reply

ladywhippet
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Nice one Kim! And it is always wanted for the knight to have a good sized "steed"  :lol:

October 11, 2010 at 10:17 AM Flag Quote & Reply

thebogfather
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wonderful words from wonderful friends - such joy!

 

 

 

A Mouse Tells A Story...

 

An erroneous rodent lands in my palm

whiskers twitch and tickle my fingers

I clamp down fast, click left at last

to follow your fragrant scent that lingers... 

 

above all the hype of sirree or sirrah

my steed fills your spacebar-par excellence

so as I type in the universe so far

laying a trap to fulfil this post with some relevance...

 

thus with a click and a snap

then a bountiful last squeal so surreal

this mouse is enraptured then captured...

 

having feasted at its last meal

leaving the unwritten story to be told

in imaginary nuances yet to feel

so subtly smitten yet still so bold... 

 

right click?

 

 

 

 

your turn! -  ' loose buttons!' .....................

 

 

 

 

 

 

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October 13, 2010 at 3:53 AM Flag Quote & Reply

kim
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furthermore liberating the relevance

loose buttons be far fraem nonchalance

the skeleton mouse wi' its curséd mirror

awaits its fate. que seree serah

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love is falling into love

October 13, 2010 at 3:14 PM Flag Quote & Reply

ladywhippet
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Is that a button that is wiggling loose I see?

Oh say  I now, the chances, the possibilities!

Should I sew it tight, and make a proper mend?

Should I leave it sway, loose and fabric bends?

Which would be beter for putting it on, and fun for taking it off?

The irresistable factors of fitting the holes I will not scoff,

In playfulness, and in haste, the button's import

Is not too lightly by me taken for just the sport,

Let your buttons rule the ways and timing,

And I'll mend their ways while they are lying.

And I bet you thought, that a simple button was not all that...

 




Dance Magic Dance, and the Cricket sings.....  :D

October 14, 2010 at 5:25 PM Flag Quote & Reply

thebogfather
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Dance....Magic....Dance....

 

Your hips swing in dual sensuality

magical rhythms with fuelled fatality

drawing me in, teasing me out

a spell cast without any doubt...

you intrance as you dance, your body in frisson

I look on askance in complete submission

purple ventures with crimson haze

exotic abandon cast unfazed...

temperature rising, dreams just surmising 

about this spell that you are casting

please let me feed on you before fasting!

...on your feast intellectually sublime

roasting in insectuality, pitched and laid supine?

legs, legs, legs, splayed before fingered

slick quick licks, then played long and lingered

your honey dripping, I'm in heaven sipping

this ambrosia of life, of lust

flavours savoured, rife and just....

deep in the wicket, before willow wand is waved

seeps the elixir on my tongue to be saved

and as the peak of unity is reached

the umpire of life is tempestually beseeched...

Howzat!!!?

 

 

 

 

 

Boggy

 

(next -  painting in oils with a knife...)

 

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October 15, 2010 at 8:40 AM Flag Quote & Reply

kim
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mid wicket trev . :)

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love is falling into love

October 15, 2010 at 10:51 AM Flag Quote & Reply

thebogfather
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bowled over.....again and again! - must be a hat-trick! lol (mid wicket is safe and fine thanks):P

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October 15, 2010 at 11:16 AM Flag Quote & Reply

ladywhippet
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Colors blended, colors free

painted rainbows, painted leaves,

captured aloofness, captured hope

mimic hills, mimic moats,

all created with the palette kinife,

Artist minds, Artist hands

one idea, one imagined land,

one brush to clean, one knife to smear,

one image foreign, one image dear,

Artist blends the oils, and makes a world apart.

Two tools used, one idea rendered,

Oiled palette knife gives life to the imagination.



Ah this was a subject close to my heart... :) Painting is a way to a sort of immortality..


And so that is your challenge Boggy...



How to live forever.......          :D

October 16, 2010 at 8:41 AM Flag Quote & Reply

kim
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well sometimes a finger-painted smile can do wonders.

tho' my smile is a permanent painting :)


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love is falling into love

October 17, 2010 at 8:40 AM Flag Quote & Reply

ladywhippet
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How the mighty have fallen, or at least been asleep,

lady's time in the mirror where the image soul's will keep

Winter fades into springs which keep us all circling like moths

Join me in the mirror breaking into pieces reflecting wet summer moss

How many pieces of the soul can we have when the fragile pieces fall

Will we come together if glue can hold shattered lives in a reflection of all.

June 13, 2012 at 1:10 PM Flag Quote & Reply

thebogfather
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keep it sticky! x

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June 27, 2012 at 8:33 AM Flag Quote & Reply

thebogfather
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sweet ambrosia of creamed spilt milk

wrapped and raptured in crimson chilled silk

lay textured in latex, lay sextured in bliss

here I lay you with layered many a kiss....

 

Boggy xx

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TheBogfather...x

September 28, 2012 at 9:59 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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