Well, after being called 'creepy' by one person and a 'fascist liberal' (huh?) by another I've decided that its time to pull up stakes and mosey off into the sunset.  Its been a fun two years, and I thank you for letting me share my poems with you.

Its taking me a lot longer to copy my blogs over to my computer than I expected (380 blog entries) so I'll be here for another day or so.

BTW, if anyone knows of any way to do this quickly it would be greatly appreciated.

Bye all. take care,
ecf

i'm done with all this romance and bliss
i'm through with poetry

it just isn't right for a sex dating site
i'm sure you'll all agree

that writing about flowers and mating bowers
is the height of futility

so i've pondered all night what should i write
what do i like to read?

i like the good jokes and all the brave folks
who blog their diaries

and sexual adventures and lolcat pictures
are guaranteed to please

but it seems, i fear, that i cannot switch gears
these rhymes are my therapy

i'll continue to type my usual tripe
about love and humanity

an endless spiel about the way that i feel
but why bother to post these?

i'll admit that i like when someone reads what i write
but that's just vanity

their intended target is the broken hearted
or anyone who feels incomplete

as long as one helps someone other than myself
that's all the reason i need

-ecf

don't worry about me i'm made of rubber
   i don't stay down for long

give me a few minutes to recover
   and i'll be bouncing along

the secret is not minding a bit
   that you get knocked down

enjoy the view, its quite exquisite
   while you're flat on the ground

blue sky above, soft earth below
   its really quite the sight

soon you'll find you don't mind the blow
   that helped to end the fight

join me down here, take a load off your feet
   have a little time to rest

mind my advice and soon you'll be
   bouncing around with the best

-ecf

“If you have the time
it would be so divine
to have a quickie at noon”

“Is your house okay?
Then I’m on my way
I’ll be seeing you soon”

At first I am glad
Its been long since I had
A woman to my house

But is my place good
For setting the mood
I probably should febreeze the couch

The cat’s litter box
And my dirty socks
Both will need to be changed

She likes sex in the tub
I should give it a scrub
And there are candles to arrange

I have to hurry
And sweep up the spilled curry
My god, where is a broom?

A fresh sheet on the bed
Rose petals are spread
So their fragrance masks the room’s

The doorbell rings
I clean one last thing
We both can’t wait to begin

But I see as we kiss
The fridge is a mess
Can you excuse me a bit?

That didn’t take long
Where have you gone?
Oh, you’re already in the bedroom

I’ll be there in a blink
Let me touch up the sink
Start without me if I’m not there soon

I hear her leave
I follow to plead
But I stop to load the dishwasher
 
I’ll call her and see
If she’ll forgive me
And possibly make a new offer

"I'm sorry that happened
But my place was a pigpen
I wasn't trying to be a big jerk"

"Now I'm a cleaning addict
It’s not a bad habit
I think we make this deal work”

So she returned
Now we daily take turns
On who's house we’re having sex

And once a week
When we meet
Together we clean up the mess

-ecf

"its much too tight"
said my heart's delight
"i cannot get it in"

"if you could use"
"a little lube"
"then we could try again"

so i tried
some astro-glide
and gave a little nudge

"its still too tight"
"try as i might"
"it simply will not budge"

"change the angle"
"to a bit less dangle"
my mate wisely advised

"be prepared, my love"
and with firm shove
i was halfway inside

oh joy, oh bliss
i gave you a kiss
we pause to catch our breath

"are you're okay"
"to go all he way"
you smiled and nodded yes

although there was pain
you never complained
so i am promising you this

the next time we're going
for an evening of bowling
we're bringing shoes that fit

-- ecf