Poems by seadove

[seadove]

The sea of my imagination

There I lie on my back
watching clouds go by
seas of winds pass me on my face
and butterflys utilise the energies
that was offered from the sky
I see a dragon, then a dog
And a wagon that pass me by
On the sea of my imagination

I close my eyes and drift in wander
Then from a distance I hear a thunder
Those clouds have darkened their rage
and nature has turned the page
to a gloomy and withering state
of what echos in my mind
on the sea of my imagination

I pick myself up to a standing position
and head towards the home of my tradition
see the brown leaves
falling from the trees
raindrops wet my curly hair
people stood and stare
on the sea of my imagination

I wave a goodbye
no one answers
I don't know why
their faces angry as I go by
Expectations from a cloudy day
has been interrupted to a gray situation
on the sea of my imagination.

That's cool

She comes to me with her scented fragrant
flying over my head with a defiant
look on her knowing face
"What do you know?"I ask my lady
"Am I so shallow? I cannot escape your view,"
And she leadith me to the corner of her empty room
A bed, a chair and a carpet loomed
lying on the floor
Then she leaves me to my self and as I look around
I notice a faint yonder sound
Coming from outside the window
My curiosity bites my hollow mind
Am I going blind?
The window was a picture of the future
Doomed doomed to wither and rot
She touched me and I freezed on the spot
"It's alright." said she with a smile
"I left you just for a while
Come dance with me my silly fool."
I grabbed her by the waist
and said "That's cool."

The queen of Soho

Yet, my love
Where have we met?
In space? On land? Don't know yet
But I seek thee, my erotic dream
To me you seem
Like a torrent yet to be free.

And what do you need?
Oh Queen of Soho
My eyes sqwint as I enter my seed
Inside of thee, ho ho ho ho
I arch my back and see thy dragon
Riding on the trail pulling a wagon

Love of my days
I see you in a haze
but as I grasp your waist
and draw thee to me I taste
Your lips fresh like a flower
full of life and power.

[Geoffrey]

seadove wrote:
>My eyes sqwint as I enter my seed Inside of thee


filthy

[seadove]

Even Lennie has music that is full of naked this and naked that. Is that alright then?

[Geoffrey]

seadove wrote:
>Even Lennie has music that is full of naked this and naked that. Is that alright then?


he has turned away from his evil ways and is just good now all the time.

[seadove]

seadove wrote:
>Even Lennie has music that is full of naked this and naked that. Is that alright then?


he has turned away from his evil ways and is just good now all the time.

I was always good. I cannot change my evil ways because I don't have any.

[Geoffrey]

seadove wrote:
>I was always good. I cannot change my evil ways because I don't have any.


you can't write about somebody's eyes going cross-eyed as their seed spurts unless you are bad inside.

[seadove]

seadove wrote:
>I was always good. I cannot change my evil ways because I don't have any.


you can't write about somebody's eyes going cross-eyed as their seed spurts unless you are bad inside.

That's the way you was created. Now tell me, is that so bad?

[Geoffrey]

seadove wrote:
>That's the way you was created. Now tell me, is that so bad?


it is a question of education and good taste. a refined and cultured person can say the same thing as a filthy and perverse deviant - but in a polite and acceptable way. look to the holy teachings: "the mouth speaks of that which fills the heart".

[peter danielsen]

Good poems seeddove,


Geoffrey is such a joker.

Peter

[seadove]

Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...it's about learning how to dance in the rain.

[peter danielsen]

yes but it is so difficult to dance in waders,
and its dangerous to sing under water

[seadove]

True.

Having read my poems again I noticed I wrote the following sentence:

seas of winds pass me on my face


I am wondering if good ole' Jeff might translate that to something else.

[peter danielsen]

seas of winds pass me on my face--> The sea pass wind on my face
The wind of sea piss me on my face

[Geoffrey]

Seadove wrote:
>Having read my poems again I noticed I wrote the following sentence: "seas of winds pass me on my face" I am wondering if good ole' Jeff might translate that to something else.


Well, there were several places that I would like to have seen either omitted or rewritten. But the bit about the man's eyes glazing over as a hot load of sperm shot into the lady was the worst.

[lazariuk]

Well, there were several places that I would like to have seen either omitted or rewritten. But the bit about the man's eyes glazing over as a hot load of sperm shot into the lady was the worst.

From the name Seadove may you not imagine that what is being described is a bird flying over a sea and squinting it's eyes a bit as it has a crap and the poop falls into the water containing seeds that will be washed onto the shore to become flowers?