Submissions by souladareatease
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect- Steven Wright
how much have you paid for yours? ( bet it was alot)
I took a long walk off a very short pier
the images I drowned in
Became very clear
Vacuums only suck
The dirt and the muck
Giving it back plainly as such
That which produces energy
Light,propulsion,heat
Continues to do so deliberatly
This is the nature of it
Knowing no other way
A force of intent
Living the day
When energies run low
Its because they've been used
Suffering harsh blows
And being abused
So rest and respite
At times may be needed
Charging the mind
And stopping the bleeding
...
the images I drowned in
Became very clear
Vacuums only suck
The dirt and the muck
Giving it back plainly as such
That which produces energy
Light,propulsion,heat
Continues to do so deliberatly
This is the nature of it
Knowing no other way
A force of intent
Living the day
When energies run low
Its because they've been used
Suffering harsh blows
And being abused
So rest and respite
At times may be needed
Charging the mind
And stopping the bleeding
...
102 reads
12 Comments
bell book & candle
Reaching in Her bag She pulled out some tricks
Bell book & candle
Robe oils & hope
The lighting of the candle
Softly gave the room the look She desired
Slipping out daytime
feeling more nightkind
Dons Her velvet robe
Deepened delicious desires
Her hopes are to feed the man across the street
The art to ringing the bell
Is in claim of sensual spirituality
Feedings to his fires
Burning his soul with unrepressed completeness
Her book it shows
How it is, to this man She knows
It breathes Her magic prose ,love ,poemS...
Bell book & candle
Robe oils & hope
The lighting of the candle
Softly gave the room the look She desired
Slipping out daytime
feeling more nightkind
Dons Her velvet robe
Deepened delicious desires
Her hopes are to feed the man across the street
The art to ringing the bell
Is in claim of sensual spirituality
Feedings to his fires
Burning his soul with unrepressed completeness
Her book it shows
How it is, to this man She knows
It breathes Her magic prose ,love ,poemS...
207 reads
13 Comments
curving clause
The Beauty within the curve in stance
Connection above below reprieve
Give a damns
second chance
These are days
Now blown away
Horrors
Hear the pin drop...
Does. It echo
Carry forward
Indeed
Deny the sleep
Never a wake
Buried in obscurity
The shape follows these sounds
Curves, the upturned frown
O joyous hopeful destiny reclaimed
"...yesterday..."
"Its somewhere tomorrow isn't it"
"...shhh..."
" not so those bright eyes"
" no no no lie"...
Connection above below reprieve
Give a damns
second chance
These are days
Now blown away
Horrors
Hear the pin drop...
Does. It echo
Carry forward
Indeed
Deny the sleep
Never a wake
Buried in obscurity
The shape follows these sounds
Curves, the upturned frown
O joyous hopeful destiny reclaimed
"...yesterday..."
"Its somewhere tomorrow isn't it"
"...shhh..."
" not so those bright eyes"
" no no no lie"...
76 reads
13 Comments
the spectre
Jim Corrigan stepped out into the rain
Finished with his drinks feeling no pain
He continud in a stagger
Hugging the gutter
Throwing his arms around a random loner
"Get off me Man!!!"
The stranger yelled
Corrigan smiled he could tell
this guy had a short fuse too
Likened stride
He left-stepped
(Cars to that side)
Slipping his way on down
To this alleyway ( middle o town)
Stopping to heave
Regurgitated bourbon
Alley ground brown
Dropping his wallet
Tumbled and open (The wallet and him)
He laid on...
Finished with his drinks feeling no pain
He continud in a stagger
Hugging the gutter
Throwing his arms around a random loner
"Get off me Man!!!"
The stranger yelled
Corrigan smiled he could tell
this guy had a short fuse too
Likened stride
He left-stepped
(Cars to that side)
Slipping his way on down
To this alleyway ( middle o town)
Stopping to heave
Regurgitated bourbon
Alley ground brown
Dropping his wallet
Tumbled and open (The wallet and him)
He laid on...
85 reads
10 Comments
handouts
Of the moon I have writ
The sun I have on page
Even stars have been engraved
These heavens I've seeked
For souls like me
Ones to deeply speak
Others to hold and keep
Filling my hand
With a hold secure
Breath life touch
Known
Soul sacred secured
The times of my life
Infinite simple rhyme
Templates of rigmarole
This the sharing
the knock on the door
Seeing your face before
Ahhh the many of you
a lot on this floor
how long will it stay
No one can say
The special ones are needed
Crafting the cries...
The sun I have on page
Even stars have been engraved
These heavens I've seeked
For souls like me
Ones to deeply speak
Others to hold and keep
Filling my hand
With a hold secure
Breath life touch
Known
Soul sacred secured
The times of my life
Infinite simple rhyme
Templates of rigmarole
This the sharing
the knock on the door
Seeing your face before
Ahhh the many of you
a lot on this floor
how long will it stay
No one can say
The special ones are needed
Crafting the cries...
93 reads
9 Comments
the ladykillers
151 reads
2 Comments
watch your step
The step to the house was slick and oily
He fell breaking his head open only
out spilled his thoughts of the evening
Catching the plane ride it leaving
The other thoughts well
Some just crawled around
Submissive and low to the ground
Some jumped up in the trees grabbing at stars
The ones near his clutches didn't get very far
Certain ones screamed at the horror they saw
Other ones yelled others from afar
"Cmon come all dig this y'all"
Grabbin up instruments and using music to call
"Hello they said our soul is to be free"...
He fell breaking his head open only
out spilled his thoughts of the evening
Catching the plane ride it leaving
The other thoughts well
Some just crawled around
Submissive and low to the ground
Some jumped up in the trees grabbing at stars
The ones near his clutches didn't get very far
Certain ones screamed at the horror they saw
Other ones yelled others from afar
"Cmon come all dig this y'all"
Grabbin up instruments and using music to call
"Hello they said our soul is to be free"...
103 reads
2 Comments
almond joy has mounds dont
O hear the cry!!!
The mourning of discontent
The dog missing its master
The submissive craveing theirs
Does the day rule reign in tear
Silence screams for break in the cold
Hubby longs for wife lover of old
Ladies dancing with plastic pretend boys
Shaking meat for some gloss paged siren
There is restlessness in these cages
These paceing tigers watching paint dry
Crying sobbing throbbing
Heads hung in woe inside
When be the day
Why all the hrs
Have we not starved long enough
The arts and tv bleed this promise
Love and all its...
The mourning of discontent
The dog missing its master
The submissive craveing theirs
Does the day rule reign in tear
Silence screams for break in the cold
Hubby longs for wife lover of old
Ladies dancing with plastic pretend boys
Shaking meat for some gloss paged siren
There is restlessness in these cages
These paceing tigers watching paint dry
Crying sobbing throbbing
Heads hung in woe inside
When be the day
Why all the hrs
Have we not starved long enough
The arts and tv bleed this promise
Love and all its...
170 reads
7 Comments
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