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It was dark. 
Alone, in the shadows of the moon, 
I felt his presence. 
He was out for blood, 
Women’s blood. 
I jerked, as he felt 
My breast. 
His hands were cold and rough. 
I screamed, but it 
Only echoed through the 
Silence of my head. 
I fought his brutal strength 
With sheer fear and terror. 
He ravaged my unstained body, 
And broke my powerful will. 
I felt around nature’s bed for protection; 
I looked above and saw the pine trees 
As needles fell to the floor. 
Then, I escaped into the peacefulness 
Of my head. 
I created a world of wonder, magic. 
Screaming through my eyes, 
I told myself 
“WAKE UP!” 
“Use your inner 
energy. 
Don’t let this inhumane 
Sexual monster 
Steal your beauty.” 


The moon gazed upon this 
With broken hands. 
Time went by so slowly. 
I awoke to nothingness. 
He was gone. 
My attacker was gone. 
I lied alone: 
Battered... 
bruised... 
Raped... 
Naked to the world, I felt dirty 
And scared. 
“Wh...What was that?” 
A sound in the bushes. 
I remained there, 
crying on the 
February snow. 
I fell back into my 
Unconsciousness… 
Then, another hand touched my body. Different from 
before… 
This touch was smooth and warm. 
Caring. 
He called my name, 
Awakening me from my slumber. 
Covering my exposed wonders, 
He carried me to safety as I 
Remained focussed on the bleeding 
Heart of the winter moon.

Author and site where nominated work is found	Poem	Nominator and motivation
Ann The Jimmy Poem Posted on The Message Board	Ike is OK, for maybe a day, and then there is Buck, he doesn't suck Kid likes to play fair and I like Sam's hair Noah's quite hot and Cody's a good shot and he has piercing eyes... ...But to the wise There is only one man in TYRland To which no other holds a candle Only the best women can handle The supreme bliss Of HIS JIMMYNESS who reigns surpreme and we are his queens To never know Jimmyness is a tragic thing to never realize that Jimmy is king and that only he can fulfill all your needs as you continue with your with misguided deeds and lust after the others Who to me are like brothers and leave all the fun frolics To us Jimmyholics One day soon you will wake and see that the sexiest man in TYRland is he And you will find the meaning of existence Happiness will no longer be in the distance So let go of your stubborn resistance and your silly, foolhardy insistence open your heart wide and let him inside and the world will be yours There'll be no more closed doors In Jimmyness you will have found Something that is so profound It will blow you away all night and all day The intense happiness, euphoria, joy and elation The bliss and ecstasy and exaltation All this will be yours It will ooze from your pores and you will accept nothing less Than the man that is HIS JIMMYNESS	Katta Ann posted this beautiful poem at one of the message boards. I thought it was absolutely hilarious. I'm not a Jimmyholic myself, but I would never let that prevent me from acknowledging the genius of this young writer!
Beth The Cowboy's Lover Posted at The Lair	I still feel the taste of your love on my lips Although you've been gone now for many hours. I still feel your touch 'neath my fingertips-- So soft, like the petals of spring's flowers. You had to ride away; I understand. But the sadness comes each time you depart. I miss your scent, the touch of your hand, For I love you with all of a woman's heart. When you're gone I think of time spent together-- Those days in your arms with you here by my side, The nights that I wish could go on forever. A few days you'd stay, then again off you'd ride. My body tingles, recalling your passion. I long for your caresses, so soft and so sweet. No one else could love me in that fashion; Alone I shall wait, till the next time we meet. How long? I know not, but I guess I will see. For miles you must travel, o'er mountain and plain. I wait for what feels like an eternity, But have no fear, darling, my love will sustain. The pain of your absence grows with each day. I pace relentlessly with nothing to do Except await your return, to hope and to pray That your light will come back, turn gray skies to blue. For the sun fails to shine when you are not near. Nothing seems right; everything's just wrong. I feel so unhappy, yet I can't shed a tear. Even birds do not sing their old happy song. What can I do? This surely will kill me. Not having you close is the bane of my life-- Without you to hold me, to soothe me, fulfill me. Just come back to stay; say I will be your wife. In my loving arms you would stay safe forever-- Never to face all those dangers alone. To tackle life's challenges we would endeavour. Together we'd build our own "Home Sweet Home". Over the years, this one dream has remained. But, alas, in my heart, I know it can't be. The life of a cowboy cannot be restrained. Loneliness, as his lover, is my destiny.	Nesciri What can I say? It's simply beautiful!
Chey Blood Moon Posted at Saddles 'n' Spurs	It was dark. Alone, in the shadows of the moon, I felt his presence. He was out for blood, Women’s blood. I jerked, as he felt My breast. His hands were cold and rough. I screamed, but it Only echoed through the Silence of my head. I fought his brutal strength With sheer fear and terror. He ravaged my unstained body, And broke my powerful will. I felt around nature’s bed for protection; I looked above and saw the pine trees As needles fell to the floor. Then, I escaped into the peacefulness Of my head. I created a world of wonder, magic. Screaming through my eyes, I told myself “WAKE UP!” “Use your inner energy. Don’t let this inhumane Sexual monster Steal your beauty.” The moon gazed upon this With broken hands. Time went by so slowly. I awoke to nothingness. He was gone. My attacker was gone. I lied alone: Battered... bruised... Raped... Naked to the world, I felt dirty And scared. “Wh...What was that?” A sound in the bushes. I remained there, crying on the February snow. I fell back into my Unconsciousness… Then, another hand touched my body. Different from before… This touch was smooth and warm. Caring. He called my name, Awakening me from my slumber. Covering my exposed wonders, He carried me to safety as I Remained focussed on the bleeding Heart of the winter moon.	Beth Chey's poem is simply beautiful. I can't even begin to describe the way I felt when I first read it. The imagery and symbolism is so wonderful, so vivid yet broad enough to be applied to several different circumstances.
Beth I'll See You in My Dreams (Epilogue to the story) Posted at Saddles 'n' Spurs	I'll See You in My Dreams I will always remember you Just as you are right now-- That glow on your skin and the sparkle in your eyes, The coppery highlights in your hair, The sunshine on your brow. I will always love you, Though our time it was brief. Our lips met for a fleeting moment, yet I'll feel No shred of pain in your memory, And I shall know no grief. I will always have you, Though I know now it seems You are today and forever gone from my sights. I'll close my eyes; you return to me. I'll see you in my dreams.	Lori Beth's poem is wonderfully written and coupled with the story it provides such beautiful closure. It was a heartwrenching decision Jimmy made, but the poem conveys the depth of his love that the story just wouldn't be complete without it.
Cass Thursday Night at the Lair	THURSDAY NIGHT Friday I awake, content, relaxed, happy. I feel your arms around me and smile at the memory of Thursday Night. Saturday I awake, it's late and I am rested. I bound from my bed and go about my day still thinking of Thursday Night. Sunday I awake, it's early but I am rested. I spend a lazy day in my home thinking of your bed and the things we did on Thursday night. Monday I awake, it's early and I'm hurried. Spending my day tracking numbers and irritable phone calls wishing it were Thursday night. Tuesday I awake, my headache has returned. The day flies fast filled with requests and files and endless queries and I vaguely recall there was a Thursday night. Wednesday I awake, it's early and I'm running late. I spend the day in a frantic haze running to and fro as the day drags ever so slowly towards Thursday night. Thursday I awake, and once again I'm running late. My co-workers laugh and tease about the smile on my face because tonight is Thursday night. Thursday night your arms embrace me your fingers caress me you smell me, taste me, take me to my limit and pleasure me as only you can and then I sleep dreaming of my perfect Thursday night.	Beth I can totally identify with this poem because I used to wait all week for Thursday night...the night when TYR would be on TV! I love the ambiguity of it because any person not knowing Cass is a TYR-holic might think the poem was just about getting to see her lover on thursday night. I love the building of the desire until thursday night finally arrives and the satisfaction once it does. Then I assume the cycle continues, until the next thursday night. Great poem!