Submissions by APissPoorShaman (Ryszard)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Every day I have the same argument in my head. The little devil sitting on my shoulder does this wild end zone dance when he wins, the angel on the other shoulder just gives a little prayer, so sometimes I go with the devil just to see the dance.
The ghost of love
The ghost of a memory
carried gently on the breeze
a beguiling fragrance
of a haunting melody
hidden within our beating hearts
the ghost of a whisper
and poignant beauty of a weeping soul
hidden as teardrops in summer rain
so easily destroyed
so effortlessly destroying
the gravitational pull of love
holds my spirit thrall
gazing into luminous eyes
finding the center of the universe
in the rhythm of your soul
and a galaxy of love
within your welcoming heart
carried gently on the breeze
a beguiling fragrance
of a haunting melody
hidden within our beating hearts
the ghost of a whisper
and poignant beauty of a weeping soul
hidden as teardrops in summer rain
so easily destroyed
so effortlessly destroying
the gravitational pull of love
holds my spirit thrall
gazing into luminous eyes
finding the center of the universe
in the rhythm of your soul
and a galaxy of love
within your welcoming heart
#love
#universe
#ghosts
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Demon mine
Ink drips from my quill
as if against my will
in sinuous rivulets red
words speaking to the dead
my hand moves of it's own accord
what horror is this new discord
my soul do demons now command
with possession of my hand
lines are written in flowing prose
I so unwillingly compose
rhyming words of the night
glowing of unholy light
written with blackest power
creating a demon's loving bower
I fall under this evil spell
incantations composed in hell...
as if against my will
in sinuous rivulets red
words speaking to the dead
my hand moves of it's own accord
what horror is this new discord
my soul do demons now command
with possession of my hand
lines are written in flowing prose
I so unwillingly compose
rhyming words of the night
glowing of unholy light
written with blackest power
creating a demon's loving bower
I fall under this evil spell
incantations composed in hell...
#scary
#monsters
#lover
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There are monsters and then there are monsters
Earth dreams in the night
as the sun hides her light
and darkness steals the might
lulling the world to sleep
releasing creatures of the deep
hunting errant souls to keep
born in the darkest hour
the blackness is our power
the souls of men to devour
relishing the bitter and the sour
spying on a tasting lass
whose image was cut from glass
beauty sitting in meadow grass
with eyes that see in the dark
she bids me welcome as a lark
"hello sir monster stark"
gnashing teeth...
as the sun hides her light
and darkness steals the might
lulling the world to sleep
releasing creatures of the deep
hunting errant souls to keep
born in the darkest hour
the blackness is our power
the souls of men to devour
relishing the bitter and the sour
spying on a tasting lass
whose image was cut from glass
beauty sitting in meadow grass
with eyes that see in the dark
she bids me welcome as a lark
"hello sir monster stark"
gnashing teeth...
#scary
#monsters
#nightmares
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10 Comments
Fire walk
Let me fire walk on your soul
purifying my spirit with burning stone
finding exquisite agony in the fire
lust leading to an existential pyre
the chains of my creation
melting in red hot passion
the phoenix rising from the ashes
to be met by tender lashes
igniting my molten core
as you fire walk across my soul
purifying my spirit with burning stone
finding exquisite agony in the fire
lust leading to an existential pyre
the chains of my creation
melting in red hot passion
the phoenix rising from the ashes
to be met by tender lashes
igniting my molten core
as you fire walk across my soul
#lust
#SelfDiscovery
#passion
508 reads
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Poems are wine that rhyme
words smashed
running down the page
over ripe fruit
juices overflowing
smeared into images
sticky sweet
or tart and bitter
words with seeds
growing new meaning
fermenting ideas in rhyme
like rare red wine
an elixir for the heart
inebriating our spirits
drunk on the rhythm of life
poems are wine
that rhyme
running down the page
over ripe fruit
juices overflowing
smeared into images
sticky sweet
or tart and bitter
words with seeds
growing new meaning
fermenting ideas in rhyme
like rare red wine
an elixir for the heart
inebriating our spirits
drunk on the rhythm of life
poems are wine
that rhyme
#spiritual
#alcohol
#PowerOfWords
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Tattoos on our souls
stripping the facade
with challenging eyes
letting go
dissolving my walls
with nothing sacred
we are purified
by pleasure and pain
leaving only desire
and spirits entwined
love
tattooed on our souls
with challenging eyes
letting go
dissolving my walls
with nothing sacred
we are purified
by pleasure and pain
leaving only desire
and spirits entwined
love
tattooed on our souls
#love
#lover
#passion
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Footprints
dreaming of being free
spirits unfolding
welcoming the world
as I fall in love with dirty feet
walking sensually in the meadow
caressing by every blade of grass
nature's child hidden within
mature sensual knowing
as Gaia worships earth
leaving footprints on my soul
risking all for love
simple trust in the universe
spirits thrown on the winds fate
the world remade
as time turns inside out
first man and woman in the garden
with the innocence...
spirits unfolding
welcoming the world
as I fall in love with dirty feet
walking sensually in the meadow
caressing by every blade of grass
nature's child hidden within
mature sensual knowing
as Gaia worships earth
leaving footprints on my soul
risking all for love
simple trust in the universe
spirits thrown on the winds fate
the world remade
as time turns inside out
first man and woman in the garden
with the innocence...
#lover
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Sacred brokenness
sacred beauty broken
a thousand pieces
gently raining to earth
as jewels in the sun
picking up our scattered souls
arms filled to overflowing
losing parts of us
faster than can be found
an endless task of servitude
to the sins and lies
that shattered our souls
there is a sacredness
in broken humanity
the desire for eternity
hidden in a thousand pieces
holding to the essence
our souls flashing in the sun
falling to earth as rain
waiting for us
to sweep up the pieces
and hold them in our arms ...
a thousand pieces
gently raining to earth
as jewels in the sun
picking up our scattered souls
arms filled to overflowing
losing parts of us
faster than can be found
an endless task of servitude
to the sins and lies
that shattered our souls
there is a sacredness
in broken humanity
the desire for eternity
hidden in a thousand pieces
holding to the essence
our souls flashing in the sun
falling to earth as rain
waiting for us
to sweep up the pieces
and hold them in our arms ...
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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Friends in bed
waking dreams of you
erotic teasing and mirth
make me laugh and moan
erotic teasing and mirth
make me laugh and moan
#happiness
#lust
#erotic
#haiku
#sensual
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Gifts
Gifts of the spirit
Enter my soul like the sun
Warming the world
Enter my soul like the sun
Warming the world
#happiness
#friendship
#haiku
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My favorite book store
Walking in the door
to the tinkling of a bell
and the smell [heaven sent]
of paper, ink, and dust
books everywhere
organized in piles of chaos
new, recycled, and rare
sci-fi, westerns, and more
hallowed ground
the birth place of dreams
and ideas of the mind
old friends living in the pages
illuminating my life
offering an escape
to new universes
as seen through alien eyes
I am pulled out of my shell
into worlds of dreams
sitting for hours
in a musty old chair
shoved between...
to the tinkling of a bell
and the smell [heaven sent]
of paper, ink, and dust
books everywhere
organized in piles of chaos
new, recycled, and rare
sci-fi, westerns, and more
hallowed ground
the birth place of dreams
and ideas of the mind
old friends living in the pages
illuminating my life
offering an escape
to new universes
as seen through alien eyes
I am pulled out of my shell
into worlds of dreams
sitting for hours
in a musty old chair
shoved between...
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
#reading
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On whispered breath
On whispered breath
warmth exhaled
spirits soar
on thermals of desire
floating
effortlessly in lines of prose
and the dreaming
of love letters
written on the breeze
transitory
yet eternal
undying love reborn
in erogenous laughter
and sensual teasing
finding
completion of the soul
our spirits entwined
a cyclone of love
burning
within challenging eyes
daring us to add fuel to the fire
love...
warmth exhaled
spirits soar
on thermals of desire
floating
effortlessly in lines of prose
and the dreaming
of love letters
written on the breeze
transitory
yet eternal
undying love reborn
in erogenous laughter
and sensual teasing
finding
completion of the soul
our spirits entwined
a cyclone of love
burning
within challenging eyes
daring us to add fuel to the fire
love...
#love
#relationships
#rebirth
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