"Ira" (A sexual scribe)

[JunkYard]

Friendowl always posts in a poetic form. It doesn't rhyme but there is some method to his madness and his posts are usually very fun and/or helpful.

Man, nice poem. I like poetry, but I'm sad that usually poets don't get known as being poets because it's rare that a poem is read in public.

I finished it this morning, and this is what I got!

"Ira"


Emerald windows of most sullen sheen

pierce the soul, the bewitching green;

her gaze relentless, like stormy skyâ??s

ache of seduction, those enchanted eyes.



Tender a heart, like the Monarchs wing,

trembles in fury for her coming king;

the emotional chaos, with senses astray,

burns piercing affection, this carnal day.



Rhythmic quivers, behind heavenly tune,

dancing naked under a summers moon,

thinking of pleasure amidst all fair nerve,

she spins by circle in harmonious curve.



The fury concedes beneath sun broke sky

stopped to a halt, this most sensual spry.

She greets her king, by no means feign,

seduces him whole, and bids his reign.

JunkYard Reviewed by JunkYard on 06-02-2006. "Ira" (A sexual scribe) â??Iraâ?� Emerald eyes of most sullen sheen pierce the soul, those eyes of green. A gaze of relentless stormy sky ache the seduction drawing nigh. Her tender heart, like the Monarchs wing, pounds in fury for the coming king, the butterfly bosom thus leads astray Rating: 5