|I love my poetry magnets! OK, so maybe it's not the greatest poetry in the world, but it certainly is fun.|
|Rob did this one...I wonder if it's about me?
like a full obdurate paragon of woman
she torments men with escape
fly gentle away from this goddess
or languish in her torpid embrace
|Here's one Jessie and I did together:
ache not for the moon
austere in the sky
but for the sun
near flame to warm your eye
|Can you tell we have the "love" edition?
Come give me thy hand
promise to adore me true
lest we hunger and
our sweet dance be through
|And here's some random lines that haven't made it into full-blown poems...yet...
She who never loves lives not
A turgid lapse would spurn my tawdry boor
obsequious cunning of my ersatz herculean loins