Submissions by lisa777 (LisaB)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Aug 2011 10:35pm
21st Aug 2011 10:35pm
A Virgins Request
She came over, only after dozens of flowers
at his request
Carnations as such, have heady powers
for which lend no viable protest
She came over for dinner
at his request
A setting for a sinner, yet
she feels blessed
She came over for conversation
at his request
his manner, his flirtation
so much for her to digest
She came over to get to know each other
at his request
one after another
the moments progressed
She came over for more
at his request
her chance to explore
to be finessed
She...
at his request
Carnations as such, have heady powers
for which lend no viable protest
She came over for dinner
at his request
A setting for a sinner, yet
she feels blessed
She came over for conversation
at his request
his manner, his flirtation
so much for her to digest
She came over to get to know each other
at his request
one after another
the moments progressed
She came over for more
at his request
her chance to explore
to be finessed
She...
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15 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2011 9:12pm
21st Aug 2011 9:12pm
I am Fat
Not a choice
that was made
I did not ask
though I got
I suspect it could be
just plainly my lot
A mouse, maybe two
no really it's true
They tempt and entice
a weakness, these mice
A man or A mouse
age old and is told
Of the strong, Of the weak
Of the bold, Of the meek
I reflect on the master
a man in his right
The walls he built with plaster
housing weakness every night
Yes, fat as I can be
I execute a nightly quest
precision, skill and ecstasy
earn the whole next day of rest
So,...
that was made
I did not ask
though I got
I suspect it could be
just plainly my lot
A mouse, maybe two
no really it's true
They tempt and entice
a weakness, these mice
A man or A mouse
age old and is told
Of the strong, Of the weak
Of the bold, Of the meek
I reflect on the master
a man in his right
The walls he built with plaster
housing weakness every night
Yes, fat as I can be
I execute a nightly quest
precision, skill and ecstasy
earn the whole next day of rest
So,...
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11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Aug 2011 7:44pm
14th Aug 2011 7:44pm
It Was Raining
The February night was cutting and dark.
She and another made up the occupational group
that headed to the lot where they had chosen to park.
And She,
his elect, his conspicuous dupe.
She drives home late most nights
as demand of function creates a reason.
It was an old car, a tornado. No internal lights.
A pattern gifted unto this recidivist his In Due Season.
Quiet were the streets, save the cars signal to right
blink blink
Aphotic were the gravel pits
passing
She then started to think...
pour rain, yes, it just might.
...
She and another made up the occupational group
that headed to the lot where they had chosen to park.
And She,
his elect, his conspicuous dupe.
She drives home late most nights
as demand of function creates a reason.
It was an old car, a tornado. No internal lights.
A pattern gifted unto this recidivist his In Due Season.
Quiet were the streets, save the cars signal to right
blink blink
Aphotic were the gravel pits
passing
She then started to think...
pour rain, yes, it just might.
...
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2 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
12th Aug 2011 11:57pm
12th Aug 2011 11:57pm
In Tribute
It knows no boundaries
It has no dimensions
It seeks not its own
It has no secret intentions
We have many boundaries
We draw irregular dimensions
We seek to possess for our own
We have private intentions
*LOVE*
Lasts for all time
Offers sustenance to the weary
Values the beauty in a theory
Excepts the sublime
"In Tribute"
widen the stenosis
cast away egregious coordinates
to others go tend
and in all things be public
It has no dimensions
It seeks not its own
It has no secret intentions
We have many boundaries
We draw irregular dimensions
We seek to possess for our own
We have private intentions
*LOVE*
Lasts for all time
Offers sustenance to the weary
Values the beauty in a theory
Excepts the sublime
"In Tribute"
widen the stenosis
cast away egregious coordinates
to others go tend
and in all things be public
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3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2011 9:18pm
12th Aug 2011 9:18pm
Newtons Law
A hand dealt
An emotional money belt
A Death Cup
ante up
One, Two, Three
Hold, fold, or take
A lifetime at stake
One..not enough
Two..a possible bluff
Three..with an Ace in the cuff
A moment to ponder
can not afford to squander
One, Two Three
rest, action, reaction
This deal of disease
or a change of gamey
All bets are in, steady she goes..
I sit in utter repose
The luck of the draw
Has cypher to do with Newtons Law.
An emotional money belt
A Death Cup
ante up
One, Two, Three
Hold, fold, or take
A lifetime at stake
One..not enough
Two..a possible bluff
Three..with an Ace in the cuff
A moment to ponder
can not afford to squander
One, Two Three
rest, action, reaction
This deal of disease
or a change of gamey
All bets are in, steady she goes..
I sit in utter repose
The luck of the draw
Has cypher to do with Newtons Law.
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5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2009 10:26am
25th Sep 2009 10:26am
Vowels of Jeopardy
A place that most have seen.
A place that some have been.
E veryday we walk where we may.
E veryday not knowing the price of this sin
I venture to go forward this path
I live, love, laugh, wither, hate, cry.
O nly to come full circle.
O nly to finally die.
U nscathed, I did not escape.
U nscathed, you will not either.
In the Vowels of Jeopardy,
we all will at sometime ask "Y"
A place that some have been.
E veryday we walk where we may.
E veryday not knowing the price of this sin
I venture to go forward this path
I live, love, laugh, wither, hate, cry.
O nly to come full circle.
O nly to finally die.
U nscathed, I did not escape.
U nscathed, you will not either.
In the Vowels of Jeopardy,
we all will at sometime ask "Y"
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3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2009 3:33pm
12th Sep 2009 3:33pm
Sands in the Hourglass
Once Sick
Now Well
Careful of its Grasp
Evils clock does Tick
Demons Voices-
Resting Now. QUIET
They lay in Waiting
God Forsaken Choices-
White washed Walls
Lighters tied by Rope
Zombies walk the Halls
Eyes devoid of Hope
Co-Ed, No-one left Out.
Head shrinks, pills, head shrinks and Pills
Forced circles of nature Sounds
Structure meant to quell the legion Shout
Windows of unbreakable Glass
Doors that open just one Way
Worried, unfamiliar Faces
In a place forced to Stay
Exact same Questions...
Now Well
Careful of its Grasp
Evils clock does Tick
Demons Voices-
Resting Now. QUIET
They lay in Waiting
God Forsaken Choices-
White washed Walls
Lighters tied by Rope
Zombies walk the Halls
Eyes devoid of Hope
Co-Ed, No-one left Out.
Head shrinks, pills, head shrinks and Pills
Forced circles of nature Sounds
Structure meant to quell the legion Shout
Windows of unbreakable Glass
Doors that open just one Way
Worried, unfamiliar Faces
In a place forced to Stay
Exact same Questions...
#dark
#evil
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Aug 2009 1:12am
28th Aug 2009 1:12am
"1987"
A gift from Heaven, it is said.
A life, born unto me, a precious hour.
Someone to form with loves needle and thread
How hard can it be, to water such a flower?
Then, the seeds growth does begin
First smile, and bites, steps, and word.
Moments seasoned with revelry and chagrin
Although, "Its all worth it" this...the folly I heard.
Wings. We must give them so they can fly!
But. What if the birds is not of good feather?
Worldly temptations, the proverbial Apple, offered to go high
Used and abused. All lost in ungodly weather.
...
A life, born unto me, a precious hour.
Someone to form with loves needle and thread
How hard can it be, to water such a flower?
Then, the seeds growth does begin
First smile, and bites, steps, and word.
Moments seasoned with revelry and chagrin
Although, "Its all worth it" this...the folly I heard.
Wings. We must give them so they can fly!
But. What if the birds is not of good feather?
Worldly temptations, the proverbial Apple, offered to go high
Used and abused. All lost in ungodly weather.
...
310 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2009 10:51pm
10th Aug 2009 10:51pm
Definitions of Reason
A blue Sky-
Gods foundation of Heaven
Living in a Day-
A habit worth Forming
Days gone By-
An occurrence that creates Life
A greatest Moment-
Only determined once you have stopped Living
A good Friend-
Anyone who touches your Soul
A Relationship-
Formed by Communication
Age Old-
Generation to Generation
Does a poem need to Rhyme?-
Not if it has Reason
P-O-E-M-
Part Of Eternal Makeup
Enemy-
Anyone or thing that threatens or argues any of the above!
You Are Free To...
Gods foundation of Heaven
Living in a Day-
A habit worth Forming
Days gone By-
An occurrence that creates Life
A greatest Moment-
Only determined once you have stopped Living
A good Friend-
Anyone who touches your Soul
A Relationship-
Formed by Communication
Age Old-
Generation to Generation
Does a poem need to Rhyme?-
Not if it has Reason
P-O-E-M-
Part Of Eternal Makeup
Enemy-
Anyone or thing that threatens or argues any of the above!
You Are Free To...
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