Submissions by ginsberglover
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a journal writer. That is my spiritual practice. I do free writing first thing in the morning. I also practice poetry in gay chat rooms online where I try to catch the essence of the art form of real-time erotica.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2014 9:54pm
5th Jun 2014 9:54pm
Poetry Journal 6-4-2014
Their legs create gentle folds when they are looked at, the folds in turn inviting further looks. The folds capture even the slightest glance the way a car mirror catches the sun.
With boys it's the sweat that does it after a five mile run shirtless in the autumn sun.
Someone had to cut that silhouette so painstakingly, so slowly, painfully slow to one who isn't an artist and doesn't get it. Like the autistic black man who sits in public parks and such on pleasant afternoons and tears silhouettes from construction paper so intricate normal humans can't do but that is how the...
With boys it's the sweat that does it after a five mile run shirtless in the autumn sun.
Someone had to cut that silhouette so painstakingly, so slowly, painfully slow to one who isn't an artist and doesn't get it. Like the autistic black man who sits in public parks and such on pleasant afternoons and tears silhouettes from construction paper so intricate normal humans can't do but that is how the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Feb 2011 11:56pm
28th Feb 2011 11:56pm
Janie Play Doctor
Janie, Janie
play doctor with me
moma's not home
big sister's away.
I seen you crying
at recess today.
Janie, Janie
play doctor with me
I'll show you how
big sister does me
when no one's home
'cept her and me.
Emma, Emma
I want to play
we're here all alone
just you and me
you be big sister and
I'll be your little Janie
Emma, Emma
I never did before.
Big girls whisper
and giggle about when
they played doctor
when they were just ten.
Janie, Janie
They're...
play doctor with me
moma's not home
big sister's away.
I seen you crying
at recess today.
Janie, Janie
play doctor with me
I'll show you how
big sister does me
when no one's home
'cept her and me.
Emma, Emma
I want to play
we're here all alone
just you and me
you be big sister and
I'll be your little Janie
Emma, Emma
I never did before.
Big girls whisper
and giggle about when
they played doctor
when they were just ten.
Janie, Janie
They're...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Feb 2011 10:15pm
10th Feb 2011 10:15pm
On Howling My Answers to Allen Ginsberg's Cosmoplitan Greetings
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2011 9:02pm
9th Feb 2011 9:02pm
Vipassana
A rusty ring
It used to be a ring
from a can lid maybe.
Rusted away
a streak of discarded motor oil
glistens the damp dirt making
the young excavator think he's
struck oil.
A big oily insect emerges.
It used to be a ring
from a can lid maybe.
Rusted away
a streak of discarded motor oil
glistens the damp dirt making
the young excavator think he's
struck oil.
A big oily insect emerges.
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2011 9:00pm
9th Feb 2011 9:00pm
Girls Touching
"They were close"
mama said of the wife who's
husband finally gave out inside
his iron lung.
"They were close"
my 11 year-old mind recited standing
next to Janice, us two girls playing
with long sticks on a winter California
day crisp and muddy with
a pond-size puddle to splash
side by side.
Our shoulders' touched and
everything stopped as
I breathed her scent and
"They were close."
mama said of the wife who's
husband finally gave out inside
his iron lung.
"They were close"
my 11 year-old mind recited standing
next to Janice, us two girls playing
with long sticks on a winter California
day crisp and muddy with
a pond-size puddle to splash
side by side.
Our shoulders' touched and
everything stopped as
I breathed her scent and
"They were close."
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