Submissions by Sir-Anton
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Dance with the dead in my dreams
What A Day, Left In Dismay
What a nice surprise
To see your green eyes
But only to say …… goodbye
Strong I must be
Gone is Miz C
Tonight I dream of thee
What could I say
This is just not my day
Im left, in Dismay
To see your green eyes
But only to say …… goodbye
Strong I must be
Gone is Miz C
Tonight I dream of thee
What could I say
This is just not my day
Im left, in Dismay
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RAAAGGE
What Are You Doing?
The Rage in me is Brewing!
Sort out your life!
The shoots have become rife
Don’t forget, You have a wife!
She is in pain!
This drives me insane
Tomorrow, I catch that plain!!
You have lost the plot
To shoot all that’s hot
Forgetting just what you got
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What do I do
To help you
The Rage in me is Brewing!
Sort out your life!
The shoots have become rife
Don’t forget, You have a wife!
She is in pain!
This drives me insane
Tomorrow, I catch that plain!!
You have lost the plot
To shoot all that’s hot
Forgetting just what you got
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What do I do
To help you
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Diamonds In The Dust
Starting a new chapter
And so I begin
To express my life
Those of happy scenes
No more heartbreak
Just lust for joy
I share the memories
From when I was a boy
I always looked to the future
Hoped for great things to come
Great people to meet
God knows, that will was done
Four days before the ides of March
Into my arms like fish to water
For the first time
I held my Daughter
Love cannot be taught
Love cannot be bought
Tender to childhood dependency
In their eyes Love is all you'll see
Three...
And so I begin
To express my life
Those of happy scenes
No more heartbreak
Just lust for joy
I share the memories
From when I was a boy
I always looked to the future
Hoped for great things to come
Great people to meet
God knows, that will was done
Four days before the ides of March
Into my arms like fish to water
For the first time
I held my Daughter
Love cannot be taught
Love cannot be bought
Tender to childhood dependency
In their eyes Love is all you'll see
Three...
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Hell has fallen
Is this the beginning of the end
Or the end of the beginning
How can u tell
Is heaven really hell?
Rewind the future to the present
Forward the past and pause for a moment
Will I pass the gates of hell
Or be judged at the pearly gates
Am I rite
Did I do wrong
The path to hell
A pull so strong
I love to hate yet hate to love
A high life with many lows
Wings of a white dove or that of a black crow
I surrender
Take me to the gallows
In the eyes of death
I will stare
Dismember him without a care
Downwards I march...
Or the end of the beginning
How can u tell
Is heaven really hell?
Rewind the future to the present
Forward the past and pause for a moment
Will I pass the gates of hell
Or be judged at the pearly gates
Am I rite
Did I do wrong
The path to hell
A pull so strong
I love to hate yet hate to love
A high life with many lows
Wings of a white dove or that of a black crow
I surrender
Take me to the gallows
In the eyes of death
I will stare
Dismember him without a care
Downwards I march...
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Successful Pleasure
Doing the best I can
Am I really, could I do more
How does one measure
The pain or the pleasure
Is success that mansion you stay in
Is success that big fancy car
Is success the big fat bank account
Not for me, not by far
Yes I am doing my best
Always striving to do more
A life filled with zest
Only to end when I hit the floor
How do I measure
My pain and pleasure
It's easy, the pain keeps me sane
The pleasure is seeing smiles
On those who I treasure
Am I really, could I do more
How does one measure
The pain or the pleasure
Is success that mansion you stay in
Is success that big fancy car
Is success the big fat bank account
Not for me, not by far
Yes I am doing my best
Always striving to do more
A life filled with zest
Only to end when I hit the floor
How do I measure
My pain and pleasure
It's easy, the pain keeps me sane
The pleasure is seeing smiles
On those who I treasure
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Breaking Words
I seek only intent to open your eyes
And break words to heal wounded heart
My tongue speaks in straightest path
Your love is of colorful art
Stray from darkest thoughts
Still the voices from where it was brought
Gaze deeper into the light
Your love is worth the fight
Fall to memory of moons gone by
When mind revealed that of deceitful lies
It tore the heart and scarred the soul
To see me turn from that black hole
Do not despair as I unfold
My love for you is still great and bold
Do not place thought that I am a fool...
And break words to heal wounded heart
My tongue speaks in straightest path
Your love is of colorful art
Stray from darkest thoughts
Still the voices from where it was brought
Gaze deeper into the light
Your love is worth the fight
Fall to memory of moons gone by
When mind revealed that of deceitful lies
It tore the heart and scarred the soul
To see me turn from that black hole
Do not despair as I unfold
My love for you is still great and bold
Do not place thought that I am a fool...
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What, Why, When, Who
What if I could turn back the time
To the days when I called you mine
Those days when you turned my water to wine
Why do I still think of you
All we been through
Shit! I still love you
When will our eyes meet again
Will it be two years or maybe ten
I will wait till then
Who is it that beats my heart
It was you rite from the start
Your love a beautiful art
I often wonder what or why
I see you in every cloud nearby
And then I wonder when or who
Will turn that clock back to me and you
For now I live for your...
To the days when I called you mine
Those days when you turned my water to wine
Why do I still think of you
All we been through
Shit! I still love you
When will our eyes meet again
Will it be two years or maybe ten
I will wait till then
Who is it that beats my heart
It was you rite from the start
Your love a beautiful art
I often wonder what or why
I see you in every cloud nearby
And then I wonder when or who
Will turn that clock back to me and you
For now I live for your...
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Charming
Let me write a literary art,
For someone who loves with all her heart.
From me to you, enjoy this sonnet
A pedestal, just you upon it.
You I see, You I believe.
For years, you have been good to me.
Just like a rose without a thorn,
With Angel wings you were born.
You I see, Beautiful to me.
You stir up everything good in me.
If I were allowed only one dream,
You would be it, a mystical beam.
You I see, passionately.
Your kindness shows expressively.
Grateful you are for every little thing,
Grateful I am for joy...
For someone who loves with all her heart.
From me to you, enjoy this sonnet
A pedestal, just you upon it.
You I see, You I believe.
For years, you have been good to me.
Just like a rose without a thorn,
With Angel wings you were born.
You I see, Beautiful to me.
You stir up everything good in me.
If I were allowed only one dream,
You would be it, a mystical beam.
You I see, passionately.
Your kindness shows expressively.
Grateful you are for every little thing,
Grateful I am for joy...
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Racing Hearts
Close your eyes and picture the pleasure.
Destination is set, Orgasms of high measure.
A dusky light fills the room.
Casting shadows against the wall,
Of weaved bodies from an erotic loom.
Tonight call me, “nom de plume”.
I run my fingers from North to South,
Caressing every inch, I kiss your mouth.
Then I whisper into your ear,
“Are you ready for 2nd gear”?
Upon the floor your clothes are flung,
As I begin to tease with tongue.
First your neck, breasts and tum,
Then below …. “My Loved One”
Shifting gear to overdrive,...
Destination is set, Orgasms of high measure.
A dusky light fills the room.
Casting shadows against the wall,
Of weaved bodies from an erotic loom.
Tonight call me, “nom de plume”.
I run my fingers from North to South,
Caressing every inch, I kiss your mouth.
Then I whisper into your ear,
“Are you ready for 2nd gear”?
Upon the floor your clothes are flung,
As I begin to tease with tongue.
First your neck, breasts and tum,
Then below …. “My Loved One”
Shifting gear to overdrive,...
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The Original Fake
Far from the truth,
Close to the lies.
Beyond belief,
And his masked disguise.
He is a Deceiver,
A non-believer.
He speaks of Love,
And how we should not shove.
BUT.. Alas dear reader,
It is his obsession with "Beaver"
And so cleverly manipulates,
Just to be with her.
She can’t see the truth,
And so lives his lies.
Succumbed to believe him,
And sees no masked disguise
She is a heart bleeder,
Armed with a meat cleaver.
She said she is Love,
Those words don’t fit like a glove.
BUT...
Close to the lies.
Beyond belief,
And his masked disguise.
He is a Deceiver,
A non-believer.
He speaks of Love,
And how we should not shove.
BUT.. Alas dear reader,
It is his obsession with "Beaver"
And so cleverly manipulates,
Just to be with her.
She can’t see the truth,
And so lives his lies.
Succumbed to believe him,
And sees no masked disguise
She is a heart bleeder,
Armed with a meat cleaver.
She said she is Love,
Those words don’t fit like a glove.
BUT...
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Faux Amis
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Deliverance From Deception
Just like a dream come true,
It started off, just me and you.
It just may have been a dream,
But together we embraced each other, in full steam.
Day one, day two, day three, day four.
Today would be plus a thousand and some more.
Two people doing the best they can,
Two people trying to be everybody’s fan.
However, I wish it were never,
The downs were growing more than ever.
Still filled with Love, Trust and Passion.
Onward I marched in true fashion.
To be my wife, to have and to hold.
To be in my life, and together grow old....
It started off, just me and you.
It just may have been a dream,
But together we embraced each other, in full steam.
Day one, day two, day three, day four.
Today would be plus a thousand and some more.
Two people doing the best they can,
Two people trying to be everybody’s fan.
However, I wish it were never,
The downs were growing more than ever.
Still filled with Love, Trust and Passion.
Onward I marched in true fashion.
To be my wife, to have and to hold.
To be in my life, and together grow old....
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