I asked Mr Gordon for a poetry and prose section
He stated he'd prefer no such rendition
If you like my diction - help its resurrection
And sign my petition...

Mr Gordon will you please add a link so we can read, write, wine and cheese
1) Wolfman

I like the Wine part !

Well...you don't really NEED a section for that...there already is one..."off topic"...you could create one there?

Hell wolf spit your poetry here, spit your there, spit your poetry anywhere........we'll listen. Signed DR. SUESS!!!!

* Last updated by: zx14racer on 8/9/2013 @ 2:17 PM *

He told me that too, I hate to disagree with you
Poetry is on topic, prose is like a profi-tactic
So we really need our own section.
Vote no if you can't get an erection

I wake up with a kick stand and 45 in my hand
Come on and pull the trigger and create writer's section

Getting one isn't a problem...keeping it...now THAT's a problemLOL!!!That's what happens when ya don't have sex for ten years.Your testosterone goes....kaput!Use it or lose it....trust me on this;)I still can appreciate Rome's flash....that's fer sure;)

* Last updated by: Grn14 on 8/9/2013 @ 2:22 PM *

I would not race, a fat or fox
I might just do a zxracer box
I would meet hub here or there
Spit a rhyme anywhere
Like I said about my erection
I need my own writers section.

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 8/9/2013 @ 2:27 PM *

Dam you just out Dr. Suess me man!!!! Not cool.

My vote can be purchased.

Hagrid your red head service provider is dispatched to your address with a long list of no no's!

We sit and we drink our wine, wasting truth and burning time,

An Englishman once told me 'in wine there is truth!', so I sit and sip my glass,

The drunker I get the more flowery the script, but the harder the rhyme,

So fuck it, hoose a beer! In Vino Veritas? The English can kiss my ass!

In case you couldn't tell, that rhymes fer Hagrid and Bean!

My yes on the vote is obvious, my bikes a 14, that slut is mean.

puff a joint, drag a line, snort the candy drink the wine
embellish we must in our time, dragging bikes across the line
Like many before we war and burn, toil and draw out evil with a left hand turn
We drag a knee, scrap a peg, leave all those hooligans for dead

BP can't you see, we need a space to plant our seed
Within a poem we germinate our intentions, let us have a link for intellectual masterbation...

Not valuing the spoken word is like riding atop 6th and losing sight of the path due to buffeting and shote, aerodynamics...
Come on man,
Give us this link...

Feel like this may be an exemption, or maybe I'll send hundreds of letters like in Shawshank Redemption!!!

Raise those revs, slowwww clutch release, feel her take up and GRAB,

Roll hard firm right hand as left snaps out, hold WOT, feeeeel that torque,

Allllll the way UP to eleven, blip that throttle and STAB!

Bang that next gear and WOT'S always the equation, my bitch wants to eat,
...and I threw away the fork.

* Last updated by: Cblast on 8/9/2013 @ 11:17 PM *

Thanks boyz for the support, as for maintaining such a link, I think we have a mad hatter of contributors!
poetry and prose is as I said to green, "on topic" - we need a link!

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I am here
And totally behind you!

Sick

Sorry, it's the best I can do! Your the man wolfy!!

Love u sick you have ride, never throw ish never jive
Mad skills you bring, balls of steel, rock a babe have a fling
Appreciate the support, let's drink a glass of fine ass malt fine ass port
Come on blokes let's set this up, spit some shit and fill our cups!

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 8/10/2013 @ 5:12 PM *

Priscilla

The scorpion doesn't sleep
She hunkers in the dark, glistening
Her rumble echoes in my mind
Where does she hide her insane energy,

Her claws make peregrines weep
When she shrieks all stop, listening
Her power does grip and bend and bind
The place it dwells is in our synergy,

The synapse in my brain is Priscilla's key
Her torque, her power, are wedded to me,

This machine is different,
She Lurks deep in the id,
She is a Voracious appetite
that will never be spent.

"Lurks in the Id"
Beautiful bro, beautiful!

Mr Gordon, loud and clear, your silence makes me draw a tear
I guess you value technical stuff, and not artistic blood and guts
Too bad for you, I will write my magazine
Declare I will the missing theme

Asked I did pretty please, now the fangs tear through disease
Make it right, post a link, all the props, you'll be glad you did
Hate to suggest you'll miff your fans
If you sit on your brains and hands

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 8/11/2013 @ 6:47 AM *

The hardest heart is the one that lurks in she
The hardest heart is the one that pumps blood in 40 weight
The hardest heart is mine but pumps not inside of me
That heart is twisted alloy that needs a fuckin waste gate

rdon, Gordon he's our man!
if no one can do it he surely can!
Made of surely combat stuff, swimmers ear and a box of snuff
Give us a link to call our own, a place to go, a vacant home

Stop all this stall bullcrap and give us a link to lyrically scrap
Hang you head in silent shame, so far the excuses have grown lame
Stop the lament and stalling crap, open a link for wicked rap
One» more letter for you I write, come on Gord give up the fight!

W

MR GORDON,
THIS IS A CONCERNED LETTER, FROM A FATHER, AND GO GETTER. YOU NEED TO CONSIDER THE MATTER AND PROVIDE A SPACE FOR THE WRITT4EN LETTER. IT IS NO SURPRISE, THAT IF YOU SAY NO, THIS MAY BE THE FORUMS DEMISE, FOR WRITERS DESPISE, SPIES AND LIES. ID GET ON THAT PRONTO, AND GET IN PSYNCO. WE NEED DEAR SIR, A WRITERS CORNER. SO PUT IT OFF, NEGLECT AND IGNORE, I AM NOT LETTING THIS GO, WITHOUT A WRITTEN STORE. COMEON DUDE SHOW SOME GOOD FAITH AND STRETCH TALL, AFTER ALL YOU MIGHT GROW SOME BALLS...RESPECTFULLY REQUESTING A PROSE AND POETRY LINK, SO TO WET THE INK!

Maybe we just off topic thread that shit up. We will keep it alive. ? Ahh , or we start a revolution. I'm down for whatev man. U call it. I back it.