Jim Carrey Online

I'm drooling Fluffy, If your not, you should think about getting published! Send some of your stuff to magazines or something. WOW is all I can say!

a hug for Jimenem.........

(psst i'll give you the money later........... )

thankyou

Fluffy

i'm gonna be brave an try a non-rhyming poem.........

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Love is not love if it bleeds....
Rather, it is pleasurable addiction....
To those who've loved and lost...
Did we MEAN to lose?...
Orchestrated agony?....Addicted angst?
How easily they sit on the tongue...and the groin.......
Switching, teasing, laughing, crying.......searching..
Change position..........
Perhaps it is easier to find than we think........?

Fluffy

ok, this ones a bit tortured ....lol....what do you think?

In the mind, or out of it.
If I put it on, is it a fit?

A soft place to land,
A bird in the hand.

Oh no, the bird just shit.

there's humour even in pain.................... it's called surviving......

fluffy

catch the fall

A tiny little ant am i
just sitting on a mat
Be careful when you walk on by
So you don't squash me flat.....

I've every right to sit here still
without mans need to kill
a little bit of flesh and blood..
please, promise me no ill......

We all are little ants in life
some big and some are small
respect the the grace of all that lives
and catch us when we fall......


Fluffy

Dear Mr Ant, I mean no harm.
But surely you should know.
If you climb through the window.
You really need to go.

It's not that I begrudge you,
Your secret of the ants.
But neither do I want to find,
You crawling in my pants.

There is a place for you ant,
As there's a place for me.
And we can share space sometimes but
Please don't crowded be.

I appreciate you are something,
That God divinely made.
But if you get into the butter,
I'm getting out the Raid.

.........ok let's go..........!!

But if you threaten me with fumes
Which posion all who breathe
i'm gonna get my chums to call
a swarm of killer bees.....

And add to that the army ants
which live in yonder hay.
their friends the locusts 'come on down'
and join this little fray..

For no amout of Raid can kill
the nature in our palm..
and nature needs to co-exist
in peace and love with man........



fluffy

LOL.............The 'Hinge and Bracket' of the poetry world.......lol

fluffy

Oh no my friend it's anathema,
To upset nature's balance.
But should I kiss the black widow,
That's sitting on my valance?

If I don't deal with her right now,
E'en a novice gal would know.
She'll climb down slow when I'm asleep.
And bite me on the toe.

It's well to hold all nature dear,
And peacefully exist.
Should we not hunt the stag e'en if,
It cause us to subsist?

We've not the power to make it all
Idyllic and pastoral.
Do as well as you can with what you've got.
That simply is my moral.

I started it off as a metaphor...........i am the little ant......We are all vulnerable little ants in a huge ever growing globe......Especially today you've gotta be careful because there are great big buggers of beasties wanting to gobble up the little bugs.........

lol...........of course you are right.....i'm talking from the Fluffy idilic perspective of someone who's most dangerous native species is a little snake......hardly ever seen, which can give you a bee sting like bite..But i do think we are posioning our environment.....and i hope to god i do not live to see the extinction of the Tiger..........

i ADORE nature but i'm a realist too.......and if Ms Black Widow crept into my bed i wouldn't hesitate to pummel her into the mattress with a book!!!............lol........................

So it was a metaphor for life i guess............i don't have an ant resue centre at home!!

Fluffy

If you look close, there are metaphors through all of our poems there.

i know..........lol............i've got to be careful with mine........i can get a bit carryed away with them..........lol.......



Fluffy

I tend to float between trite and silly or really dark though.......i find it hard to sit in the middle............do you find that too?

More lately.

Thoughts like clouds
Skip on my frontal lobe
Bittersweet memories
Entrenched in my brain.

Problems like shrouds
Are lifted and lighter now
And parched summer grounds
Anticipate rain.