Book 7Warning things maybe adult or worse to cute or painful?https://sites.google.com/site/abrigon/1-poetry-2020/book-7-2019?authuser=0EDITED: August 2022Needs to be edited/cleaned up? INDEXOf Daggers and PensOf JillOf LoveOf LoversOf ThreeOf Why I CryOf YouOf ThreeOf YouthOf LoveOld AgeLady OlumideOlumideOn Ruby WingsOrphan LinesOtherOutcastOverclockedPaigePain MaximumPeace or PiecePeacePimp BillNot a Poam - PleasePoem of a WomanFrozen MichelleKlansmanBroomLove Me(Index not complete, upload to poetry when done)LycaineA RoseAmber MeganLauraBushGeek RevengeRose Petals and CuffsVicky GWinterWhore Limerick (Horror)Pretty Power (not complete?)Pull the Trigger--------------P-Of Daggers and Pens The agony, my heart, be stillmy beating bleeding heart,for the dagger she rams homeis one of pain, and agonymost dear, with death theresult.. the pain, oh the pain..Drive it home, oh sweatdagger of agony sharpand pain divine.. Render my heart,with your pens aflame,show its true measure and fame,love it or leave it,but never forget it,for in the picture,much is said of my heart.. In the renderingis the finding,to vision of my soul,laid bare for youto see, or othersin eternity. Mike2004---------P-Of Jill Ah to smell her once again, to touch her hand, to smell herscent,as I hold it and kiss it, knowing the joy of her hands, of themaround me, and I around her waist, dancing all nite long andfeeling joy together, like nothing ever ends.. Oh Jill, to walk up that hill, to fetch the pail of love andknowing, and to walk down the path together, hold hand to hand,so not falling as we walk, finding the path to be smooth andwonderful, and just knowing.. to look face to face, and knowingnot the shell of living, but the spirit and energy of thesublime. Arm in arm, hand in hand, soul entwined, more than body but ofbeing.. To live forever together, never seperate.. Oh, yes, the image of thy lovely body, dancing with soap andsalt,and water hot and soothing, body dunking slowly, like entry intohell, but joyful like heavens bliss. Toe first then ankle sweetand petite, then leg, ah to behold that limb, lithe and muscledfine, next the knee and hip and more.. Ah to say more risks death from heart gone wild and dying fromthe thought of more.. Commune, sweet communion, slow of breath, rising chest, braincalmin the breathing, lips quiver slow and open toeach breath slow.Chest rising, mind slowing and calm.. Later Jill, I shall return to thy sweet embrace, and hear thywords slow and sweet and know thy mind, deep and probing, joinedas one, in the breathing of our bodies seperate but soulsjoined.. Mike Adams2003 For JillSnowball 1127---------P-OF LOVE: Of love I know only her dark side,the waiting, the longing the desireand despair, hoping to meet my love,of whom I know her not, but I will knowher when, to see her is to know my lady love,the gentle love and not of the pain of love Ihave felt so often past. Mike Adams1999-------P-Of Lovers Ah to look in eyes of light and seelove reflected back to another and toyou my dear, my lady love I do screampassions shared and bodies entwinedshe walks through the doorher emotions are strong for himhe looks into her eyesas she walks to himshe puts her arms around himand he kisses her, passionatelyshe kisses him backboth know what is going to happenthey embrace each other lovinglythey know what is about to happenOh War, who is it good for?A question asked by many.What is it good for?Economy I can ask?Life, not likely. Mike Adams2003 Inspired by another who helped.Sadly forget who. Meg I think.--------P-Of Three Many things shall be said,but of three there is the most.One of beauty of face and form,two of beauty of spirite and soul,three of beauty of the times spentas one, and futures seen togetheras one.. Two together, bound as oneby the third. Mike2003--------P-Of Why I Cry: Thou I am not sure why, when I see that wall of black stone, cut into the earth so green, I have to cry, thou I did not march in those battles long ago, I did survive the time, and wondered how longwill it go on? So in my times today, I sit, and remember, my own days of service and still I think and wonder why I cry when I see the wall. I had no friend there,no buddies to remember and reflect on, but I do know I am glad that those I know, returned from that land far away, either servicethere or "visiting", or not having to go. So I sit here and cry, andwonder why, itaffect me so, so in the end, when I meet my end, will anyoneremember meso, to lay a wreathe, a flower, a medal or letter. I do hope so,so in the end, what is a man but memories of things we did, of friends who remember usor us of them. So in the end, friendship is saying good bye tofriendsdeparted and remembering them and doing them justice for thetime we spent with them. So I say this, Good bye, but not forgotten. Mike Adams, 1996 (I use the word man as a neutral, not to designate gender)--------P-Of You To see youto want youto smileand know youto speak andknow you see meto smileand smile backto tease youto touch youto hold youto have youcloseto be with youto know youinside and outtogetherforever evenif just friendsto smile andknow its gracethe smile of yourface, the joyand delight. Mike2005--------P-Of You To see youto want youto smileand know youto speak andknow you see meto smileand smile backto tease youto touch youto hold youto have youcloseto be with youto know youinside and outtogetherforever evenif just friendsto smile andknow its gracethe smile of yourface, the joyand delight. Mike2005------P-Of Three Many things shall be said,but of three there is the most.One of beauty of face and form,two of beauty of spirite and soul,three of beauty of the times spentas one, and futures seen togetheras one.. Two together, bound as oneby the third. Mike2003-----P-Of Youth (July 1998) Of youth, it is sucha time, a time of love,of life of exploringand such passionsstrong and new,each to be exploredand often shared.First love, first kiss,first time alonewith one you love anddesire strongly.. To fly like eagles high, andnever come down is the feelof youth, it comes but onceand is often search for oncelost, for time creeps up andtakes it away so quicklyfor time is a killer of usall, so enjoy the youth andexplore the passions whilethe time is now and love isin the air. To carress youand love you deeply, to sharesecret thoughts and hiddenpassions quite rare, to knowyou deeply, to touch you inways only a lover can isparadise in all its forms. Love MikeI hope you like it, I did it online for you.. Dedicated to Amy Huelsmeyeramyh16@hotmail.com Mike Adams1998----------P-OF LOVE: Of love I know only her dark side,the waiting, the longing the desireand despair, hoping to meet my love,of whom I know her not, but I will knowher when, to see her is to know my lady love,the gentle love and not of the pain of love Ihave felt so often past. Mike Adams1999-------P-Old Age Old Man sitting on a stool he is far from old in age but old inview ofthose around him, others see him as old but fail to see thewisdom orthe times they shall be old for the young never think I will beold oneday.And I shall be the one sitting on that bench, old and grey,alone, hisfriends dead, long gone, no one to talk to no one to share timeswith or explore new things so he ages more from attitude of others thanof ageof time and we wonder why the old man on the hill is brutal andunchanging terrifing and abusive of the young, is it he who leftthem,or they who left him out, alone and not wanted.Or his friends have their lives, and wives, and children andjobs, andproblems but care not for his for he is not married no kids incommon no thoughts in common no wife and hopes long gone who care for theold manthey call he wierd perverse and loser they say they want a loverafriend, a being of trust of love, and honor but they go forlosersassholes and abusers.But come to him for talk and then back to their lives.Lives of abuse, of being used of drama and plays untold but afriendstands beside them thru it all, but will they see him as morethan afriend, no, for the age is for the young, and the young care notfor the old the old who remind them to much of death, of disease ofloss, ofpain and parents, some gone, some hated, some never know. Offailuresof their own making, of lovers and husbands who lie to them,cheat onthem, abuse them mind and fist, and children who treat them likethe age is treated, respect no way, love no way, caring no way how soonfor thehome to lock you away like some old rag or memory long wantedgone.Memories of mistakes the old show you, I told ya so, and ofthemselvesand of the child now adults misery and things told to them butneverlistened to until to late.Parents long dead, forgotten like yestersdays crap that flushesdown atoilet, gone to some place far away, to mold and mildew and rotlikedeaths true end.So be warned, you will be old one day. Mike2003-------P-Lady Olumide (Other?): Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, forentranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all.. Mike2005--------P-Olumide Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, forentranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all.. Mike2005 Forhttp://profiles.yahoo.com/seniorgirl_topP-Lady Olumide Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, forentranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all.. Mike2005-----------P-On Ruby Wings On Ruby Wings: hair auburn, eyes blue,she stand before me naked to my sightand I am heaven bound for she an angelof delight a vision of my site, this ladyruby red and blood running in my head,she is lips of red, full and lovely,neck exposed and wishing to be exploredand kissed, sucked on and tasted, inchby inch, mile by mile until I have suckedand pleasured it all, and she is beyondheavens for the pleasure share is on ofmortal men and women, in bed long and hard,sharing each pleasure of the flesh, but bothloving it and enjoying, giving there all andknowing there is more, and wanting to sharewith the other all they are, their soulslocked as one together inseperately, evenwhen apart they feel the other.. on ruby wingsthey slide and glide, come as one, thrust forthrust, touch for touch, moan for moan, untilboth are near death, and wanting still more.. Mike2005-------P-Orphan Lines We know the feeling, are we sexually enervated poets,or are we just longing people, do we need sex, or just love,to be hugged, to be noticed, appreciated, a smile or justjust a back rub.. A cuddle a tease, or yes, wild mad passionatesex with some one hot, or two. Mike2005(not a poem, more like questions?)-------------P-Others (The Song) The song we all hear before we die, to face our fate, and ourdeeds done or not done, promises given, some we rose to, andsome we denied, some we destroyed, and some that was destroyed.. Mike2005 The song we all hear before we die, to face our fate, and ourdeeds done or not done, promises given, some we rose to, andsome we denied, some we destroyed, and some was destroyed..-------P-Outcast Out cast orwalked out? Forced outor just neverpart? Human ormore or lesshow to ask orknow what. Walking alonedown the hiwayof life, singlenever partor never welcomeWho can say. For he is longgone and silentbut none noticefor they neverknow who he wasor even that heexisted or justanother wall flower. Left to rott in thesummer sun, ornever thive, forheld in darknessFuck them forthier selfish ways. Christ pity themfor what they areis what they fearworse of all. Human Mike2006---------P-Over Clocked Information overload, not only online but in life. Stressed out and burning out Working on it, in other poem? (not really a poem yet)------P-Paige Two eyes fire and lovetwo moons over old miss.Two sets of lips, both Ilove, but she is more,than this. A soldiera lover, a motherone day, a frienda heart, and beingand more. I love her,and more, to teaseand touch, to loveand squeeze. Love me, how tobe two as one.How you bring youhere, or I thereSo we can be as onelovers inseperablehow to know thewomen, whenhormones rageand lust explodesat the sight of herthe flesh, the sexthe joy of the bodyand seeing, butto see past this Imust, go mad withguilt, for I knowI love her morethan as a lover,or so hot women on cambut as a friend, a buddysomeone to talk ofthings, she of secretsand I of mine. Morethan lovers, but soulmates, of mindscombined, and timeand space shared.But Irony is,she is there andI am here. Toworship her, isto lose her forin the end, allis just lust,and she deservesmore than just lustbut love, giving bya buddy, a frienda mentor, a manmore, but of respectI give, and she inreturn, so how tosolve this quandry?I do just pray forwhat is the end ofthis, but pain, forshe is there, and I amhere and no chanceof more than viaweb and lines of lightno chance of bodiesshared, or tastes,smells and touch thereis none, no knowingher eyes, face to facetogether and knowingof passions in bedshared, so the ironyof life, is the lovewith out hope ofmore, so where shallwe go? To hell ofwanting and nothaving, or friendsforever more andheaven shared. Mike Adams2005-------P-Pain Maximum Beat meNothingWhip MeStill NothingI know you aredoing it, butI feel it naughtfor all I am in painI nothing elsePain maxed out. 2006-------P-Peace or Piece: peace or pieceof love or deathlove or sexpeace of joyor of deathpiece of hellor piece of assfor ass you wage waror just get some Mike Adams2005----------P-Peace: Peace, oh peace, what can I say of you, but the bodies buried,the burning buildings, the lives lost and children homeless, therefugees wandering from here to there, not knowing any peace,for war is all they know and the death of self, of culture andof peace. Mike2005-------P-Pimp Bill There once was a pimp named bill,who has all his whores at will,they gave him a blowas well as some snow,and got Hillary alongfor the ride. Mike2005 For President Bill Clinton, only in the US can an enemy agentbecome President--------Not a poem: P-Please: (work in progress) Help Me:To let megive myself kudosthank youfor doing things. Completing something, time for a kudo.To forgive myself for the past mistakesAnd to forgive those who was assholesAnd to know the difference.Not my fault they was assholes, no matter how much they blamedme.The past is the past, it should not be a drowing pool.Let the past go, or it will drown you.To give thanks for my blessings. Help Me to:To know I am blessed.To know I am a nice, valuable and intelligent personTo work for myself as much as I work for othersTo know that many people are ignorant or worse uncaring bastardsThat I am the only one who I have to please, fuck the rest.Get organized, it helps.. Anger is not healthyPain is not goodNegative with out a positive is just insane.Let the negative go, and let the positive shine..Seek Balance, things was not all bad, just got into the badfeelings to muchIf things are not helping, change them, if they refuse to bechanged, or you can not change them, then let them go.Love Life not Death. Death comes to us all, but it need not be along one, but also not be a short one, but best to be a longhappy one, than a long depressing one.Suicide is about control. No control over life, so back upagainst a wall.. Need to have more control over ones life..Suicide can be slow, by pills, guns, driving fast, or it can beslow, with drugs, alcohol, addiction, abuse, depression and selfdestruction. Let the positive person shine.Knowing you need help, is the first step. Finding help andallowing yourself to be helped in next.. Acting on the help isnext, and making it stick is next.. But what is next after that? --------P-Poem of a Women You are to much like a poem yourself, hairjust right, eyes that light like the moon,nose that is for the delight of the senses,lips full and loving, to be kissed slow andsweet, savored like find wine and food justright. chin, ah, just right.. How to compare you to a summers day, to behold you,to walk under your ligth of your smile, to bathe inthe brezze of your sense, from far and close,intimate and passionate.. Mike2004 nanner_bubblez_n_monkeyz-------P-Frozen Michelle Hair of white, but not her own, but lovely contract to the joyof her face,brows thin and tensive, over eyes almond in shape and color,nose flatand cute, lips full and kissable, like ripe fruits of hours oflove..chin strong and inviting for a kiss. Mike2003For Frozen Michelle-------------P-Klansmen Klansmen sitting on a fence, while Johnny dances and sings, ofsongs of the south in minstrel tunes and style.. Drink a 40,loving his honey and doing the wild thing in his truck. Mike2005------P-Broom (Brutal): oh broom, how to use you, to sweep and dust, to hunt and peck,to speak of many things, or just beat you head and shouldersdown and lost, or just ram it up your butt until you see it inface and mouth.. Oh to run my hands down your front, to find your balls and pullon them, stroke them, pull your penis taught, and bring themcloser, not by means nice and gentle, but just ripp them fromyour body, tease them and squeeze them, and know you dying without them.. Women of My Illusions: oh.. sorry.. well, dear from what Iremember, you are poetry, to my mind, a lovely being of face,hair, eyes and neck, body and mind, soul and sexy in a wholeway, an illusion of my deluted mind, the hope of a greaterthing, that disapates with the mornings sun..------P-Love Me blush, love me, never leave me, want me, hunt me, never let mego.Find me, hurt me, run from me down, or hug me close, never letme go.. Mike2003----------P-Lycaine I live alone, hunt alone, be alone like a wolf am I, but humuntoo. Such is the quandry of my kin and kindred, we live alone,but need each other to survive, to go on and live and not die bythe hands of our enemies. Of which there is many, but allalone.. Mike2005-------------P-A Rose oh, ah your eyes like diamond sparking black and dark,mysterious they are, hiding lust behind cold hard eyes..cold eyes, passions light a fire of lust and passions darkand dangerous, miles separate, but souls bound togetherhe sees her there, and falls hard to the floor,not a floor of wood or stone, but of love and lust eternal,unrequented and unable to be showed and done..bodies tied together, kiss for kiss, touch for touch,feel and warmth shared as passions flame hot and burningbright..one nite, an eternity of love and blish. shared passions..oh touch, and careess, cuddles and kisses, fluids sharedand dreams explored. shall I kiss you slow, hands exploringdown a back, cloths sliding off, kisses gentle on shouldersbare,hair flowing down, moved by lovely eyes of crimson dark, orbrownas earth, warm and heated by the sun. Mike2003------------P-Amber Megan Well, your hair is like amber rivers falling from the heavenssunlight,eyes full of mirth and joy, teasing to say more, nose perky andupturned, ah to see it full, lips and smile, light the room, andbroaden the sunlights amber of her hair.. lips to be savored andkisses, tongues to be twisted, body to be held close andexplored by loving hands, long and slow, every nook and cranny,nose to smell her scent, soft and gentle, taking time to savoreach drop of it..until life passes and joined in heavenly bliss,two bodies entwined as lovers, cloths gone in a heap, lost tothe side, as hands explore, lips and kisses taste each othersbody, warm and hot the temperature rises, as the bodies join,and joy comes like a torrent of rivers of passions fruit..Breast to breast, body to body, thrust to thrust, each bodygiving its all inspired passiones that rose from long timedenied,never to be given, but always there, to explore on a nite ofcontrol lost, the lovers fall to bed, and gasp, YES theycollectively say, and laugh and giggle at the coincidence ofwords said together, for they explored both together first tokiss then to touch, then to explore and finally to explodetogether in mutual sunfire inspired bursts of solar power. Amber Kiss Part 2Ah to kiss, cheek to cheek, lips wanting more, but denied for toexplore the passions shared, brings doom and agony most dire, asthey know the kissing, hugging, cuddles caught, and touches andlooks given, will destroy them both, one for life given up theother for love no longer able to be returned, for death bringsan end..even of passions needs.. Mike 2003 -------P-Laura so damn close, but so damn far... groan.. the agony..So close to paradise I do so sit here looking but can notsee the paradise of thee..how much I wish to fall for you, and know they inner thougths and thighs, but reality intrudes and holds me back,for friends ship and love hold me fast..fast here in this chair, maneuvering my self to hold me back,and not feel the lust I feel for you, lust that shall be deniedand held fast behind strong doors of respect and love..ah lovely, thou do sit there, holding me fast with your smilesand graces, teasing my senses with your face and dances..Sorry, lusting for you, so please forgive if inspired.. you arequite nice and looking good as well..pray me dear lady, you do not love me in return,for it is a sad love to be shared, and danger intrudes,and madness insues.. Mike2003Not sure if Poetry or just ramblings?--------P-Bush See Bush RunSee Dick RunSee Rummy chaseafter Dicklooking for BushBird Shots anyone?Condo Rice Cakes? Mike Adams2006 (Not the original, but looks better?)------P-Geeks Revenge Beaten BatteredWalked on, spat onboot prints coveredIgnored or chasedput down, let downforgotten in the hall. But now BitchI have the poweryes oh mighty jockas you scream therewith piss runningdown your legs,and bawling likea cow at slaughter I have the gunI have the bombteacher deadon the floor likeso much shit it wasI asked a questionand was made fun ofnot cause I was stupidbut cause I was notits favorite. So who you call motherwhy me, cause I havethe power, but why? Cause I have moreforce than you?I can reach outtouch you hardharder than you everdid me, you and the teamas you chased me downlike a deer in flight, andteachers standing bylike cheering sectionsand snotty bitches alllined up, chearing you onas you made my life hell But do not worry,its all a joke, the gunyou moron is a water onethe bombs, grin, youignorant whore is justtubs of plastic madeof props from thetheatre departmentbut the images arepricess of you beggingfor your life, offeringme your body and allthe delights you haveshared with the teachersteams and others..And I am getting an A inthe Drama class, causewell trachers in on it. I do not want them,why cause I sawthe report oh, whosethe father? And howmuch pennecillianyou going to need? Oh, yes, the schoolheard everything.Same for youSuper Jock,so now you can dreadLike I, and runrom class to class,always in fear,dreading life and wantingto die and end it allbut never doneOr hunted like an animalby those who you oncecalled friends, butstabbed their backswhen gone. This is for all the geeks, nerds, special kids, and others whojust for what ever never quite fit in, was left alone, ignoredby the teachers, parents, facilty, and abused by the jocks andsocial junkies of the world, who in the name of their drama,made others life a living hell.. For the victims of Columbine.. I wish it had never happened, butunderstand some on why it happened.-------P-Rose Petals and Cuffs Rose Petals and Cuffs: ah sweet ladies of petals and cuff, 'how to love you, shall I love you soft and sweet, like petals touching skin but softly, or like cuffs, hard and restraining?Mike 2005------P-Vicky G It has come to passthat I find you hateme, wish me harmand cause me painnot only living,but working as well. What did I do?For you to wish meloss of work?Loss of livelihoodor just tornment fromlies told to bossesunbelieved. Or is it justthat I am defenselessfor I no longerwork with youand can not defendmyself, from your liesand tyrannyand wonder whatI did that was sowrong to you? WAs it the nice thingsI did for you?The extra time takento deal with youand do things niceand gentle for you? Or are you just a dramaqueen, to be ignoredlike the pain you aregone with the shotof good valium orjust forgottencome mornings break. For right now I gotto pee, for youVicky G. Go away from meand leave me out of yourdesigns and manipulationsFor I no longer needdeal with tham and leavemy door step, or mywork place or otherplaces and leave meout of your Drama, forI did not buy a ticketor even sneak in, sogo fuck your selfand leave this boy alone. Viky G, what did I do to theefor you hate me so. What can I have done for youto hate me so? What have I done for you towish me harm at work? Vivky G, oh Vicky G,what did I doto thee, to have this hateof me? Are yo pissed, or just a bitchI ask you this, whatam I to you, or you to me? Vicky G are you afraid of meor do you just hate me so? What did I do for your to hate meWhy do you hare me so What crime did I commit for this distane.Or am I just here cause you haveto hate some one so? So take your bitchesand hos and leave me aloneor just take your dramato a place where theycare for it, and notto my door step. Mike2006 ------P-Winter Fall or Winter, or the joy of the snow,ot the moon hitting the crusted snow,the wind blowing across the snow andinto the darkness, as the moon cascadesacross the snow, lighting the snow up inlittle bits of moon light.. I know I havean image of a nite, I went to go out andtake a piss. it was like -20F, and I waswearing nothing but my pants, I exited thetent, barefoot and the moon was full, thewind was warming, the snow was crusted,and I was captured by the moment..yes, amazing how things can be, you see themoment and the coldness of the temperatrejust goes away.. well, the sky flying acrossthe nite, the stars out, and the lights flickerand flow across the nite sky, like being underwater was seeing the surface.. Dec 2005Mike Adams-------P-Whore Limerick (Horror) There once was an old whore,made sure life was never a bore,she laid her pus out,and got a good bit,and had you all by the score.. Mike Adams2005 Edited 10/10/05------P-Pretty Power About why people elect presidents, pretty and party --------P-Pull the Trigger Pull the trigger,pull it nowpull it hardpull it fastpull it NOWI must die,I have to diethe painmust end itwhy do I go onwhat keeps me herebut the painthe unknownlingering numbnessthe cry for helpbut have nonewho cares formy pain So I sit, herewith this gun in myhand, someone pull thisdamn trigger.pull it fast, pull it hardyou piece of shityou worthless pile of crapwho looks like youor just me? Pull the trigger,pull it hard,pull it now,you useless sackof shit, worthless,can't pull the triggerright. Mike2005 (Last part added not sure where, not part of my other versions)-----Copyright 1998 Mike Adams