Submissions by Quill-in-Heart (Tony Pena)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I ain't no academic though I've been writing for two score with the typical ups and downs. My work seeks intimacy and passion especially as it pertains to the dark and sometimes ugly side of the street. Thankfully beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Trick or Treat
Norman Bates' mother
Slammed down the thirteenth
Kamikaze of the night
At the K of C rental hall
Before tripping on slurred words,
Dizzy feet and the ragged hem
Of a polka dot house dress.
Falling into the cobra
Tattooed and burly arms
Of a bald, barrel gut guy
In a white wife beater
Wearing a tiara and tutu,
A frizzy red beard
Down to his Adam's apple.
They wrapped friendly
Arms around each other
Messing up the words
And singing off key
To a teenage band
Regressing thru sloppy
Chord...
Slammed down the thirteenth
Kamikaze of the night
At the K of C rental hall
Before tripping on slurred words,
Dizzy feet and the ragged hem
Of a polka dot house dress.
Falling into the cobra
Tattooed and burly arms
Of a bald, barrel gut guy
In a white wife beater
Wearing a tiara and tutu,
A frizzy red beard
Down to his Adam's apple.
They wrapped friendly
Arms around each other
Messing up the words
And singing off key
To a teenage band
Regressing thru sloppy
Chord...
158 reads
4 Comments
The art of the mandible
The trick like any trap
Lies in the camouflage.
The lips the lure,
The smile the deceit.
Enamel gates guarding
A promise naked and inviting,
Giving way to a glistening
Tongue rouge and dripping passion
Before blinded by a cloak
Of black burlap as worn
By penitents in limbo.
Swaying in the dark
Like a mantis praying
In vain beheaded by lust
With arms flailing like twigs
In a cool March breeze.
A puree out of our soiree,
A meal fit for a queen.
Lies in the camouflage.
The lips the lure,
The smile the deceit.
Enamel gates guarding
A promise naked and inviting,
Giving way to a glistening
Tongue rouge and dripping passion
Before blinded by a cloak
Of black burlap as worn
By penitents in limbo.
Swaying in the dark
Like a mantis praying
In vain beheaded by lust
With arms flailing like twigs
In a cool March breeze.
A puree out of our soiree,
A meal fit for a queen.
136 reads
10 Comments
238 reads
12 Comments
522 reads
10 Comments
129 reads
6 Comments
Nudes
I've gathered the pieces and returned
To the cocoa darkness where dreams
Dance like fireflies in your eyes.
The calm of the evening
Shadow where shed skin and bone dust
Scatter off with the passing thunder
To the horizon where the ships
Of the dead fall from earth's edge.
The two of us a tad
Worse for wear stand alone.
The storm quieting in weary whispers
Though blood pumps furiously,
Tom tom drums quickening
Like New York hip hop
Beating through the streets.
I touch your hand your fingers
Calloused and dry but flannel
Warm...
To the cocoa darkness where dreams
Dance like fireflies in your eyes.
The calm of the evening
Shadow where shed skin and bone dust
Scatter off with the passing thunder
To the horizon where the ships
Of the dead fall from earth's edge.
The two of us a tad
Worse for wear stand alone.
The storm quieting in weary whispers
Though blood pumps furiously,
Tom tom drums quickening
Like New York hip hop
Beating through the streets.
I touch your hand your fingers
Calloused and dry but flannel
Warm...
213 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Quill-in-Heart (Tony Pena)