Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just here... A humble scribe addicted to parchment with a penchant for words...
I hope... Espero que...( in dual languages)
Maldito destino, que perverso eres!
Permitiste que lo amase y que él,
una vez más, me hiriese.
En este infortunado trayecto aprendí
que el pasado debe quedarse en el pasado;
no se puede revivir la locura del amor,
sin que se repita su dolor, fue y es pecado.
Accursed fate, wicked thing you are!
You allowed me to love him
and he, once more to hurt me.
In this unfortunate journey I have learned,
that the past should stay in the past;
the madness of love not can be relived
without the repeat of its pain, ...
Permitiste que lo amase y que él,
una vez más, me hiriese.
En este infortunado trayecto aprendí
que el pasado debe quedarse en el pasado;
no se puede revivir la locura del amor,
sin que se repita su dolor, fue y es pecado.
Accursed fate, wicked thing you are!
You allowed me to love him
and he, once more to hurt me.
In this unfortunate journey I have learned,
that the past should stay in the past;
the madness of love not can be relived
without the repeat of its pain, ...
118 reads
24 Comments
I Am Gone...
I am gone…
Do not look for me
where the eye can see
or seek me where the mind,
to search, can conceive.
I am where
paths do not meet,
where my soul
is strong not weak;
When time stood still
and love was something
valid, not nil.
The spirit knows
what the heart perceives,
where the eyes cannot see,
but love believes.
I am gone,
hidden from the world
and yet, I am
where I am needed,
Just call upon me
and my hand,
your will fill.
Gypsy Red
Do not look for me
where the eye can see
or seek me where the mind,
to search, can conceive.
I am where
paths do not meet,
where my soul
is strong not weak;
When time stood still
and love was something
valid, not nil.
The spirit knows
what the heart perceives,
where the eyes cannot see,
but love believes.
I am gone,
hidden from the world
and yet, I am
where I am needed,
Just call upon me
and my hand,
your will fill.
Gypsy Red
161 reads
34 Comments
Letting Go
In the wee hours of night
the memory of you trapped me,
I yearned to hear your voice,
to feel your touch
but reality hit and I had to
resign myself to the fact
that you would not fight
for our love,
our personal truth.
Everything in life
cannot be easy,
but you could not face
the challenges in your path,
so you just let what we shared
become one more thing
to lament in your past.
Now here I stand
with the mirage of what was
and the emptiness
it has become…
One more of life’s ironies, ...
the memory of you trapped me,
I yearned to hear your voice,
to feel your touch
but reality hit and I had to
resign myself to the fact
that you would not fight
for our love,
our personal truth.
Everything in life
cannot be easy,
but you could not face
the challenges in your path,
so you just let what we shared
become one more thing
to lament in your past.
Now here I stand
with the mirage of what was
and the emptiness
it has become…
One more of life’s ironies, ...
241 reads
26 Comments
A Poet's Art And Agony
Unassuming
a poet bleeds words
humbly on
parchment or page,
pouring out his
deepest emotions
in a gentle, rhythmic
flowing wave.
So, as if it does not hurt,
as if the world
did not exist,
I spill out my heart
in a schematic list
being flayed alive,
the words a catalyst.
Ahhh…
rolling off the tongue,
such sweet words,
as can be contrived
float across the page,
double entendre
hidden within verbs
as the ink and tears
easily set the stage.
Let us make
the...
a poet bleeds words
humbly on
parchment or page,
pouring out his
deepest emotions
in a gentle, rhythmic
flowing wave.
So, as if it does not hurt,
as if the world
did not exist,
I spill out my heart
in a schematic list
being flayed alive,
the words a catalyst.
Ahhh…
rolling off the tongue,
such sweet words,
as can be contrived
float across the page,
double entendre
hidden within verbs
as the ink and tears
easily set the stage.
Let us make
the...
152 reads
24 Comments
Red
The red in my name
Implies…
the red in my mane,
it also surmises
the heat of my passion
when it rises.
The color itself
is the truest representation
of my auras health,
the vibrancy of my nature,
my audacity not stealth,
spice, heat, energy and fire.
The truest depth
of blackened red,
the color of blood when bled,
of rose petals fallen
withered and dead.
Red… Identifies me
in more ways than one
it is also the symbolic color
of my patron saint,
my protector and life guide, ...
Implies…
the red in my mane,
it also surmises
the heat of my passion
when it rises.
The color itself
is the truest representation
of my auras health,
the vibrancy of my nature,
my audacity not stealth,
spice, heat, energy and fire.
The truest depth
of blackened red,
the color of blood when bled,
of rose petals fallen
withered and dead.
Red… Identifies me
in more ways than one
it is also the symbolic color
of my patron saint,
my protector and life guide, ...
109 reads
20 Comments
Enough!!!
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
685 reads
20 Comments
Forever Night
Come… follow me into the endless night
away from all the prying eye’s sight,
where mortal judgments’ hold no sway
nor are we hostages to the light of day.
Here where the night reigns supreme,
light is the incandescent moonbeams,
the stars radiate their celestial show
cladding our body’s in an iridescent glow.
The majesty of your body mesmerizes me
mapping into memory every contour I see,
you, my every lust filled desire incarnate,
erotify my senses and onto you I abnegate.
Free will within me ceases to exist,
my feminine...
away from all the prying eye’s sight,
where mortal judgments’ hold no sway
nor are we hostages to the light of day.
Here where the night reigns supreme,
light is the incandescent moonbeams,
the stars radiate their celestial show
cladding our body’s in an iridescent glow.
The majesty of your body mesmerizes me
mapping into memory every contour I see,
you, my every lust filled desire incarnate,
erotify my senses and onto you I abnegate.
Free will within me ceases to exist,
my feminine...
244 reads
14 Comments
Kindred astral lover
Kindred love, reach beyond
time and space,
explore and caress
my soul’s tenderest place.
Do my smoldering eyes
set your heart ablaze?
Do my words enflame
your fantasy’s craze?
Close your eyes,
feel my ephemeral touch,
inhale my feminine scent’s
sweet gentle rush,
Link into my
spiritual metavibe,
we now exist
only in astral time.
Feel my heart,
its rhythmic beating,
my sorrows,
my eyes are weeping.
Feel my emotions,
everything I am feeling,
my desirous hunger, ...
time and space,
explore and caress
my soul’s tenderest place.
Do my smoldering eyes
set your heart ablaze?
Do my words enflame
your fantasy’s craze?
Close your eyes,
feel my ephemeral touch,
inhale my feminine scent’s
sweet gentle rush,
Link into my
spiritual metavibe,
we now exist
only in astral time.
Feel my heart,
its rhythmic beating,
my sorrows,
my eyes are weeping.
Feel my emotions,
everything I am feeling,
my desirous hunger, ...
306 reads
14 Comments
Manhandle Me...
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
664 reads
34 Comments
United We Create Wisdom
The serpent…
Intelligence, the fable creature
who touted his intelligence
to temp the innocent into craving
the capacity for learning,
reasoning and understanding;
acquiring an aptitude to grasp
truths, facts, meanings,
and then gathering or distributing of that
selfsame information,
especially secret information.
Ah it is a heady feeling indeed
when we feel we have bridged
the known and the unknown
accessing knowledge that is forbidden,
we easily become proud,
arrogant and haughty in our ...
Intelligence, the fable creature
who touted his intelligence
to temp the innocent into craving
the capacity for learning,
reasoning and understanding;
acquiring an aptitude to grasp
truths, facts, meanings,
and then gathering or distributing of that
selfsame information,
especially secret information.
Ah it is a heady feeling indeed
when we feel we have bridged
the known and the unknown
accessing knowledge that is forbidden,
we easily become proud,
arrogant and haughty in our ...
#kindness
#TruthOfLife
#humankind #learning
#humankind #learning
167 reads
24 Comments
No place for someone like me...
Hollow eyed, with a haunted stare
I am walking the edge…
Along the precipice of madness
asking myself over and over again…
what has happened to us all?
When did we stop fighting
for things worth that and more?!
What happened to selfless
acts of kindness or unsung heroism,
the pure light of love or
the fiery righteousness of honesty?
Why… WHY!!!... whispering, why…
I… for a long time now, have been battling
the suffocating sadness that threatens
to drown me without mercy,
and the clawing,...
I am walking the edge…
Along the precipice of madness
asking myself over and over again…
what has happened to us all?
When did we stop fighting
for things worth that and more?!
What happened to selfless
acts of kindness or unsung heroism,
the pure light of love or
the fiery righteousness of honesty?
Why… WHY!!!... whispering, why…
I… for a long time now, have been battling
the suffocating sadness that threatens
to drown me without mercy,
and the clawing,...
157 reads
34 Comments
The Fire
In my soul , You light a fire,
then with every pen stroke,
you stoke it ever higher.
You pull me out of the dark mire,
releasing me from my yoke
as you awaken an unknown desire.
You narrate what could transpire,
slowly my mind, you provoke,
then to your scenarios I aspire.
You call me out and reinspire
that which I seem to evoke,
a passion you want to acquire.
What your masculinity can sire,
I am, will be, what you woke
and there will be no ceasefire.
That...
then with every pen stroke,
you stoke it ever higher.
You pull me out of the dark mire,
releasing me from my yoke
as you awaken an unknown desire.
You narrate what could transpire,
slowly my mind, you provoke,
then to your scenarios I aspire.
You call me out and reinspire
that which I seem to evoke,
a passion you want to acquire.
What your masculinity can sire,
I am, will be, what you woke
and there will be no ceasefire.
That...
597 reads
20 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)