Story Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Hunted down
Those aren't footsteps,
And that's not work.
This is it, a miserable failure.
The very best program.
Resurrect the beautiful jewel.
Excuse me excuse me, hello hello!
I am your guide.
You'll be sleeping here tonight.
This is bound to happen.
What did you just see?
Stay in the lines or get hunted down.
Poachers are natures way of keeping the balance.
And that's not work.
This is it, a miserable failure.
The very best program.
Resurrect the beautiful jewel.
Excuse me excuse me, hello hello!
I am your guide.
You'll be sleeping here tonight.
This is bound to happen.
What did you just see?
Stay in the lines or get hunted down.
Poachers are natures way of keeping the balance.
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A Satyr's Prayer
Satyr's sultry sway
Writhes erotic; savagely
Lath'ring us a deux
A Satyr's Prayer:
Love me in the midnight sky
The harvest moon our bed
Bodies washed in reflective sun
We glow an amber red
Take me quick for yours, my love
Before he comes to tempt me
Satan's on the prowl, ya' know
Wants me for his bride
He'll whisper me sweet nothings
As he tears upon my hide
He'll dine upon my flesh;
No pleasures will we bide
In wanton lust, I'll turn about
Offer him my throne
Deep within, he'll touch my sin...
Writhes erotic; savagely
Lath'ring us a deux
A Satyr's Prayer:
Love me in the midnight sky
The harvest moon our bed
Bodies washed in reflective sun
We glow an amber red
Take me quick for yours, my love
Before he comes to tempt me
Satan's on the prowl, ya' know
Wants me for his bride
He'll whisper me sweet nothings
As he tears upon my hide
He'll dine upon my flesh;
No pleasures will we bide
In wanton lust, I'll turn about
Offer him my throne
Deep within, he'll touch my sin...
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Havin'[me] A'time Wit A Hangin' Crime
no use of
me to stay
in my tree
anymuch
more...
th'noose, it
be real loose, &
eye just slip thru,
[so slick]
drop down to
soft ground, wit
naught but a bitta
rope
burn
on me cockeyed dick -
so,then,
on Dec 29th, a righteous fella
assaulted me wit a fishing knife
(on the beach) for defiling
his two young boys by taking
a photo of The Sky over their heads
the sheriff deputy was amused.....
" you goin at him screaming with
that knife in yr hand, if...
me to stay
in my tree
anymuch
more...
th'noose, it
be real loose, &
eye just slip thru,
[so slick]
drop down to
soft ground, wit
naught but a bitta
rope
burn
on me cockeyed dick -
so,then,
on Dec 29th, a righteous fella
assaulted me wit a fishing knife
(on the beach) for defiling
his two young boys by taking
a photo of The Sky over their heads
the sheriff deputy was amused.....
" you goin at him screaming with
that knife in yr hand, if...
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The Sea of Dreams
The Sea
I want to dream of the sea, take me back to the voice
where I first heard the dream; the dream makes my heart alive
in solemn wings fluttering of the seabed wind and sky,
a love that beckons great depths of its freedom, the sigh, and I
the melancholy madness; for one more day, make me a child,
and turn a blind eye to the pie in the sky - I want to dream of the sea.
The Dream
the sea! the sea! of rolling dreams beats on the brightened shore,
and as I look into this rook of...
I want to dream of the sea, take me back to the voice
where I first heard the dream; the dream makes my heart alive
in solemn wings fluttering of the seabed wind and sky,
a love that beckons great depths of its freedom, the sigh, and I
the melancholy madness; for one more day, make me a child,
and turn a blind eye to the pie in the sky - I want to dream of the sea.
The Dream
the sea! the sea! of rolling dreams beats on the brightened shore,
and as I look into this rook of...
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going mad
Dear Anne Sexton,
reading you at 4am is like rosary beads on a feverish tummy
I'm writing on graph paper
because I can't find anything else
except pages and pages of beauty
in which to reside
so I write my own
and summon your ghost
i can feel the dying in me collide with the sky
the hard wood against my spine
that bruises in grave lilies
is it true that a man has 3 great loves in his life?
1.
his mother
with breasts like empty flasks
blinking sagely at the hiddenmost cupboards
of regret
regret is a...
reading you at 4am is like rosary beads on a feverish tummy
I'm writing on graph paper
because I can't find anything else
except pages and pages of beauty
in which to reside
so I write my own
and summon your ghost
i can feel the dying in me collide with the sky
the hard wood against my spine
that bruises in grave lilies
is it true that a man has 3 great loves in his life?
1.
his mother
with breasts like empty flasks
blinking sagely at the hiddenmost cupboards
of regret
regret is a...
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Have You Ever Thought
Have you ever thought
“I would like to have all the answers in life?”
To wake up in the morning,
And there are all the meanings before you.
Not to have to spend hours and hours
Trying to solve the personal problems that lie ahead
Racking your brain for answers
To the many possibilities,
And not knowing the outcomes or consequences?
Playing around with your imagination
Perhaps thinking, “AHA! I've got it.”
Only to have two more problems popping up?
Are we in a world of “make believe”
Fooling ourselves by denying reality?...
“I would like to have all the answers in life?”
To wake up in the morning,
And there are all the meanings before you.
Not to have to spend hours and hours
Trying to solve the personal problems that lie ahead
Racking your brain for answers
To the many possibilities,
And not knowing the outcomes or consequences?
Playing around with your imagination
Perhaps thinking, “AHA! I've got it.”
Only to have two more problems popping up?
Are we in a world of “make believe”
Fooling ourselves by denying reality?...
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awakening
have u ever dreamed you were dreaming
and when u wake-up
you come to realize
you're still lost
somewhere between dreams?....
have you ever loved
and lost?
a day comes
where you're older...
you then realize
it was the best moment of your past
and if only
you could do anything
just to get it all
back?.....
have u ever had
a glance ?...
an awakening
in your childhood
where you felt you could fly
and you...
and when u wake-up
you come to realize
you're still lost
somewhere between dreams?....
have you ever loved
and lost?
a day comes
where you're older...
you then realize
it was the best moment of your past
and if only
you could do anything
just to get it all
back?.....
have u ever had
a glance ?...
an awakening
in your childhood
where you felt you could fly
and you...
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I-BODY REPLICA
Imagine if you could build
an exact replica of yourself
with a quadzillion RAM of memory
surpassing your intelligence
by quantum leaps and bounds.
A thousand megapixels of electronic viewfinder
hides behind its azure eyes meek as a lamb
complete with advanced CMOS sensors,
which can see through walls even in the dark.
Don't be fooled with those eyes
for they instantly turn lethal
once confronted with imminent danger.
Burst of lightning red lasers,
ten times powerful than tasers
hell's fury is on the receiving end.
At its core...
an exact replica of yourself
with a quadzillion RAM of memory
surpassing your intelligence
by quantum leaps and bounds.
A thousand megapixels of electronic viewfinder
hides behind its azure eyes meek as a lamb
complete with advanced CMOS sensors,
which can see through walls even in the dark.
Don't be fooled with those eyes
for they instantly turn lethal
once confronted with imminent danger.
Burst of lightning red lasers,
ten times powerful than tasers
hell's fury is on the receiving end.
At its core...
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being simply a dip in the saturday morning stream of conscious
the moonshi ne headache reminds
of what fla ttery can buy you
on a friday beside the bayou
cajun spices and or ange peels
in some circles
taste of a minstrel's tonsils
with a pinch of honey solidity becomes
something less tidy
and we work
and we work
the cinnamon mines
we work and
work works we O
hi ho hi ho
shame it is n ot work ing - ...
of what fla ttery can buy you
on a friday beside the bayou
cajun spices and or ange peels
in some circles
taste of a minstrel's tonsils
with a pinch of honey solidity becomes
something less tidy
and we work
and we work
the cinnamon mines
we work and
work works we O
hi ho hi ho
shame it is n ot work ing - ...
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The Perfect Relationship
What do you expect?
A romantic love relationship is wonderful
But we are human beings with flaws.
The idea of unconditional love is great
But who can live up to it?
All of us have relationship expectations.
Quid pro quo (something for something)
It is often said a man gives love to get sex
And a woman gives sex to get love.
But usually there is a hidden agenda.
I expect this from you
But I don’t tell you.
Then I get mad and we fight.
We kiss and make-up
Yet, I still don’t tell you.
So, we fight again,...
A romantic love relationship is wonderful
But we are human beings with flaws.
The idea of unconditional love is great
But who can live up to it?
All of us have relationship expectations.
Quid pro quo (something for something)
It is often said a man gives love to get sex
And a woman gives sex to get love.
But usually there is a hidden agenda.
I expect this from you
But I don’t tell you.
Then I get mad and we fight.
We kiss and make-up
Yet, I still don’t tell you.
So, we fight again,...
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Are You a Mugwump?
Are you a mugwump?
Whaaat?
A mugwump!
A mugwump is a bird
With his mug on one side of a tree branch
And his wump on the other side.
He lives in the land of in-between.
Some say, he is a fence straddler.
A mugwump is indecisive
And can’t make up his mind.
As a mugwump,
You don’t want to give up what you have
But you also want what you don’t have.
So you straddle.
To get off that branch,
You have to make a decision,
To make a decision,
You need to know your goal.
Knowing your goal will show your choices
But with...
Whaaat?
A mugwump!
A mugwump is a bird
With his mug on one side of a tree branch
And his wump on the other side.
He lives in the land of in-between.
Some say, he is a fence straddler.
A mugwump is indecisive
And can’t make up his mind.
As a mugwump,
You don’t want to give up what you have
But you also want what you don’t have.
So you straddle.
To get off that branch,
You have to make a decision,
To make a decision,
You need to know your goal.
Knowing your goal will show your choices
But with...
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rebel angel on a blue background
rebel angel on a blue background
Mazarine is the mirror
ill-tempered and moonstruck
By the hammer-blows of time,
Severed now at the nape of the blood -
And rudderless in panic,
Flung like stone silence
Somewhere over the Atlantic.
This first life
This last life
So much gone and still
One long fortnight to go
With clumsy hands and cluttered mind;
Perilous now upon
A purposeless ledge of sky
- the bluet heart
beats out of rhythm with time....
Mazarine is the mirror
ill-tempered and moonstruck
By the hammer-blows of time,
Severed now at the nape of the blood -
And rudderless in panic,
Flung like stone silence
Somewhere over the Atlantic.
This first life
This last life
So much gone and still
One long fortnight to go
With clumsy hands and cluttered mind;
Perilous now upon
A purposeless ledge of sky
- the bluet heart
beats out of rhythm with time....
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