Leader (translation o my russian poem) |
LeaderHe had good wealth and self-controlHe always hit his loving goal.He was the pure Aryan.He liked rock music and good wine,The films he watched were always fine -He was aesthete.His cold and dazzl...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:02:00 GMT |
My funny Poems! |
Parliament AffairsThis member is the best in town!Hes strong as rock, hes always fit!Youd never see him going down;He always gets up on his feet.He always there to please the guestBy being generous an...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 17:23:00 GMT |
Poems :) |
14.01.2007 .. .. Interlacing.... .. .. My tears are falling in a stream.... What have I lost?.... My piece and dream -.... I was looking for you everywhere..... .. .. Splash of excitement,.....
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 06:38:00 GMT |
Serious Poetry (an interesting lot...) !!! |
The Angel of Death.... It rides its horse with speed of light,.... Thought-out the shadows of the night..... It brings up terror and despair,.... It turns out darkness into flare..... The sev...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 03:19:00 GMT |
Affection ( the story inspired by David Mitchell...) |
&n...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 13:32:00 GMT |
The philosophic poetry of mine |
Broken Love:
I've opened you, but there's no love
Yes, people said. Yes, people saw.
But the reality is tough,
There isn't an established law.
I tried to prove myself it's wrong.
And that I do! And t...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 03:41:00 GMT |
A Poem about Alan Johnson the boss... |
Johnson is a knob...
Alan Johnson is a dick
During the entire week.
He's mysteriously tough -
Never saw him having laugh.
He's got comfy leather chair,
Pair of shoes beyond compare,
Shiny...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 16:23:00 GMT |
Funny Poetry :) of mine |
HEY,MY NEW BOY FRIEND IS A TREE.AND I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH!THOUGH HE OFTEN HITS MY KNEEIN RESPOND TO GENTLE TOUCH.YET, HE'S ALWAYS FIRM AND STRAIGT!NEVER SAW HIM GETTING LOOSE!PLUS HE IS MY GREATEST MAT...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 20:13:00 GMT |
PEEP SHOW poems :) |
MY IDEAS:MY MOUTH IS GETTING NUMB AGAINAT LEAST IT ISNT REACHING PAINFOR ALL THE FORMER TIMES I KISSEDARE NOW OUTSIDE MY CHOOISES' LISTMY HEAD IS CLEAR, AND FULL OF HORN THE KIND OF HONR YOU BEING BOR...
Posted by on Tue, 23 May 2006 11:36:00 GMT |
My sexy one! |
The Fat poem
Theres nothing better in this world
Than creamy fatty guy
When others pick another sort
Id rather not to try
Their squashy bellies smell with sweets
They wobble and they bounce
Their jui...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 17:29:00 GMT |
