Pitbull Poetry & Prose

[D_Fiona_Farvel]

The choice of words and not the voice.
It is about an encounter I had with an artist who had lost her sight but not her vision.

*sigh* So poetically talented, deep, even.

I hope one day we can really get deep.
IfyouknowwhatImean :naughty:

 

[Mr Ed in Mass]

Your poetry is absolutely beautiful Pitbull.

 

[B_mylipswet]

Lovely !

 

[Pitbull]

Thank you.

 

[Pitbull]

The silence is broken​

By music​

From a piano​

Chopin​

How lovely​

Takes me back to a time ​

When I loved you​

Fool that I was​

Young immature boy​

I wasted my first love on you​

We were together​

Alone in a room​

With a piano​

You played for me​

Chopin​

How lovely​

Touching the keys​

With the passion ​

I desired from you​

The notes flew around the room​

I sat in awe​

If I possessed ​

My maturity of today​

We could have been lovers​

But I was merely a full grown child​

The music has stopped​

The silence returns​

I leave my memories​

Chopin​

How lovely​

 

[D_Fiona_Farvel]

Your poetry is lovely, Pitbull!
I always wonder about the backstory, though.
Did you fall in love with your piano teacher?

 

[Pitbull]

Thank you for your appreciation.
No I did not fall in love with my piano teacher
Just someone who was talented.

 

[Pitbull]

There is sunshine and warmth​

Smiles, laughter and happiness​

An innocent child plays​

When the sky darkens

​

Clouds gather and a chill wind starts to blow​

“The storm scares me”​

Running inside to hide​

The rumble in the distance

​

It is not thunder​

A war is beginning​

The covers of the bed ​

Provide no protection

​

Can it not just go away​

What is the fighting over​

Territory so small ​

Birds fly over in the blink of an eye

​

Riches – there are none​

A war has begun​

An innocent child in the middle​

Seeks safety and comfort

​

Mommy and Daddy help ​

Mammy and Daddy stop fighting​

The battling escalates​

Allies are enlisted

​

High priced mercenaries called​

A frightened child left alone​

Will be injured​

Wounds will scar

​

How can one believe the talk of love and protection​

Amid the hate and anger​

Where is sunshine and warmth​

Smiles, laughter and happiness

​

An innocent child prays​

Is there a God to help​

The covers of the bed ​

Provide no protection​

 

[B_Nick8]

Geez, Pitbull, were you there when I grew up?? Standing behind a door, watching?

 

[Pitbull]

Geez, Pitbull, were you there when I grew up?? Standing behind a door, watching?

No I wasn't.
But there is still a child that lives inside of me and knows the joy & fears of a child.
Fortunately, I did not experience divorce of my parents. Or that of any relatives or know of it among my circle of friends growing up.
Different place, different time.
There is way too much going on now.
Disposable spouses.
Children have a very rough time of it. Very rough.
Sorry for you. Hope you have managed to overcome it.
(If I was behind the door I might have bitten someone to make them stop)

 

[B_cigarbabe]

Of course *we adored your unedited version of
"The Tale of Cigarbabe".
I found it to be very amusing,funny and well written
like all of your poetry is. These other poems are just as brilliantly written too PitBull.
C.B. :saevil:



*{those of us as yet unamed people in some sort of gang
according to some "farty posse" here.}

 

[Pitbull]

Wasted my time​

Holding onto my dreams​

Foolish desires ​

Of a romance with you​

And looking back on that time​

All that is left​

Is a twinge of regret ​

But of what I am not sure​

That you did not love me​

Or that I foolishly gave my love​

I am reminded of you ​

When I hear certain songs​

Pass by places​

Significant to me ​

Nothings to you ​

Remembrances of kisses​

Lips warm with heart cold​

Frozen like the middle of a Norwegian winter​

I can only hope​

To forget you ​

So I can love again​

 

[Incocknito]

I don't like it. Any of it.

 

[Pitbull]

I don't like it. Any of it.

Then don't bother reading it.
Any of it.

 

[Pitbull]

Happy Valentine's Day

​

For the curious people who wish to know

This was written a few years ago.
Inspired
But unrequited love.
Wasted heartbeats.

May your kisses lead to a happier place.
​

A kiss!​

Lips so sweet and warm and soft that I melted when I touched them.​

A kiss from an angel.​

I am in heaven.​

I was hoping that someday I would get to kiss you.​

Hoping so hard, ​

Wishing, ​

Wanting, ​

Praying.​

My imagination was incapable of preparing me ​

A kiss ​

So special ​

The earth stood still ​

and ​

Hasn’t started moving again.​

​

 

[B_Jennuine73]

Ode To Pitbull

The puddles on computer chairs
Used to be women
Women who read Pitbull's wonderful prose

Hearts swoon with the thought
Of a man writing such things to her
While also having a big, gorgeous cock


Kisses Pitbull

 

[Pitbull]

I do not feel jealousy​

Which comes with resent​

Over those blessed by fortune​

But envy I feel​

A desire for that which I do not have

​

I envy the cup that touches your lips​

The cloth that covers your soft skin​

The bird whose song​

Brings a smile to your face​

All of the things I cannot do

​

Unfair life ​

Keeps us apart​

Do you know what I feel?​

From miles away​

In another world

​

Cup, cloth or bird ​

I don’t want to be​

For a man I shall remain​

With my wishes​

And a burning desire

​

May my lips touch yours​

Cover your soft skin with my naked body​

As the sun goes down​

Smiles will cover our faces​

Beyond tomorrow's dawn ​

 

[D_Fiona_Farvel]

Ode To Pitbull

The puddles on computer chairs
Used to be women
Women who read Pitbull's wonderful prose

Hearts swoon with the thought
Of a man writing such things to her
While also having a big, gorgeous cock


Kisses Pitbull

How cute! So he's really hung, eh?
My e-interest just increased 10-fold. :09: :biggrin1:

I do not feel jealousy​

Which comes with resent​

Over those blessed by fortune​

But envy I feel​

A desire for that which I do not have

​

I envy the cup that touches your lips​

The cloth that covers your soft skin​

The bird whose song​

Brings a smile to your face​

All of the things I cannot do

​

Unfair life ​

Keeps us apart​

Do you know what I feel?​

From miles away​

In another world

​

Cup, cloth or bird ​

I don’t want to be​

For a man I shall remain​

With my wishes​

And a burning desire

​

May my lips touch yours​

Cover your soft skin with my naked body​

As the sun goes down​

Smiles will cover our faces​

Beyond tomorrow's dawn ​

Love this new one, PB! :smile:

What's the story behind it?
It sort of reminds me of the Neruda poem we were discussing the other day.

 

[Pitbull]

Something a little different.
In a humorous vein.

I also posted this under "Celebrity Endowments"
Tom Jones the Welsh singer is reputed to have a very large penis.
I changed the words to a nursery rhyme:

Tom Jones was a Welshman
Tom Jones was a thief
Hiding a big package in his pants
Of long meaty sausage beef

I went to Tom Jones house
Tom Jones was not home
Tom Jones came to my house
Screwed my wife with his big bone

I went to Tom Jones house
Tom Jones was not in
Tom Jones came to my house
Fucked my wife and drank my gin

I went to Tom Jones house
Tom Jones was in bed
I pull back the bed covers
And found my wife giving head
​

 

[B_Jennuine73]

Pitbull, if your dick is anything like your talent, you've got the biggest one here.