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.
Midday (part 2)
embracing the sensual contours
of earth's innocent beauty
with tender possessiveness
of intimate lovers knowing
their partners secret desires
sunlight arouses
earth beckons
the dance of eons
of yearning and unrestrained hunger
not with the fumbling shyness
of morning love
but midday's uninhibited passion
of maturing sensuality
and teasing caresses
prolonging the exquisite release
the orgasm of life
of earth's innocent beauty
with tender possessiveness
of intimate lovers knowing
their partners secret desires
sunlight arouses
earth beckons
the dance of eons
of yearning and unrestrained hunger
not with the fumbling shyness
of morning love
but midday's uninhibited passion
of maturing sensuality
and teasing caresses
prolonging the exquisite release
the orgasm of life
#love
#erotic
#sensual
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5 Comments
Instant poetry
I gotta tell you
this writing poetry is hard
there's fleas and poop everywhere
and my banana bill is through the roof
cooking and cleaning are driving me mad
not to mention the changing of diapers
all for the Goddess Calliope
I've given up my dream of writing
another War and Peace
or even Jonathon Livingston Seagull
I would have settled for a limerick or two
that weren't about bananas
that's it I'm getting out
for sale 100 monkeys
they know the alphabet
or and least their BANAs with refrain
but I...
this writing poetry is hard
there's fleas and poop everywhere
and my banana bill is through the roof
cooking and cleaning are driving me mad
not to mention the changing of diapers
all for the Goddess Calliope
I've given up my dream of writing
another War and Peace
or even Jonathon Livingston Seagull
I would have settled for a limerick or two
that weren't about bananas
that's it I'm getting out
for sale 100 monkeys
they know the alphabet
or and least their BANAs with refrain
but I...
#satirical
#LifeGoals
#WritingPoetry
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5 Comments
For sale - Fixer upper
it's not too bad
the view I mean
looking out through
shattered windows of my soul
it's much too nice
broken as it is
to the isolation of a solid wall
waking up one morning
discovering an ad
my soul had been listed for sale
fixer upper in need of repair
read the posted flyer
well I called
how can this be
it is my soul after all
and so informed
it was thought I wouldn't mind
the place is certainly a fright
but if I really was upset
the agent would...
the view I mean
looking out through
shattered windows of my soul
it's much too nice
broken as it is
to the isolation of a solid wall
waking up one morning
discovering an ad
my soul had been listed for sale
fixer upper in need of repair
read the posted flyer
well I called
how can this be
it is my soul after all
and so informed
it was thought I wouldn't mind
the place is certainly a fright
but if I really was upset
the agent would...
#home
#consumerism
#MovingOn #funny
#MovingOn #funny
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2 Comments
Free at last
I don't want to be me
not the petty jealous
stranger in the mirror
filled with insecurity and need
where is the power within me
of certainty and desire
for unknown challenges
daring love and sacrifice
what gifts I've given away
an endless supply of energy
free for the taking
until the well ran dry
or has it, have I given up
is there an burning ember
left within the ashes of my spirit
to kindle flame within my soul
a new life and rebirth
built on the ashes of memories
painful...
not the petty jealous
stranger in the mirror
filled with insecurity and need
where is the power within me
of certainty and desire
for unknown challenges
daring love and sacrifice
what gifts I've given away
an endless supply of energy
free for the taking
until the well ran dry
or has it, have I given up
is there an burning ember
left within the ashes of my spirit
to kindle flame within my soul
a new life and rebirth
built on the ashes of memories
painful...
#regret
#rebirth
#disappointment
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9 Comments
Evening (part 3)
The soft caressing illumination
of waning sunlight
arouses the ripening earth
in languid ecstasy
and mature sensuality
no wild lust hiding uncertainty
but a slow dance of seduction
a waltz of intimate tenderness
each caress a movement within the dance
each probing fingertip a single step
eons of erotic knowledge
held within the afterglow of evening
lovers cling in warm embrace
as sunlight slowly steals away
leaving earth to darkness and dreaming
of waning sunlight
arouses the ripening earth
in languid ecstasy
and mature sensuality
no wild lust hiding uncertainty
but a slow dance of seduction
a waltz of intimate tenderness
each caress a movement within the dance
each probing fingertip a single step
eons of erotic knowledge
held within the afterglow of evening
lovers cling in warm embrace
as sunlight slowly steals away
leaving earth to darkness and dreaming
#love
#healing
#erotic
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4 Comments
Side by side
Pain
and sadness
hurt and angry eyes
a rift in heaven
a storm of claws and talons
destroying the skies
leaving shredded tatters of love
confetti of our souls
anger
and bitterness
the poison weed of pain
growing into anger
and anger blossoming into pain
to kill this hateful thing
I rip my ribs apart
tearing hatred from my heart
numb
deadened and bruised
blindly we seek our souls
in aftermath of storm
and the serenity of non existence
yet through...
and sadness
hurt and angry eyes
a rift in heaven
a storm of claws and talons
destroying the skies
leaving shredded tatters of love
confetti of our souls
anger
and bitterness
the poison weed of pain
growing into anger
and anger blossoming into pain
to kill this hateful thing
I rip my ribs apart
tearing hatred from my heart
numb
deadened and bruised
blindly we seek our souls
in aftermath of storm
and the serenity of non existence
yet through...
#anger
#love
#rebirth
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2 Comments
the shards of a shattered life
Splintered by the memories of the past,
a thousand pieces of cutting glass,
the mosaic of our life held together
by the hopes of future kindness
With the gentleness of a heart felt hug
and the promise of hope and love,
can be more than our fragmentary past,
the sum and total of our fractured souls?
With sharp and brittle glimpses of life ...
a thousand pieces of cutting glass,
the mosaic of our life held together
by the hopes of future kindness
With the gentleness of a heart felt hug
and the promise of hope and love,
can be more than our fragmentary past,
the sum and total of our fractured souls?
With sharp and brittle glimpses of life ...
#hope
#dark
#acceptance
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7 Comments
Morning (part 1)
the sensual caress of sunlight
slowly running hands of light
over the breasts and pelvis
of a shy and virgin earth
a slow awakening response
the earth trembling in pleasure
with the creation of life
and passion of a new day
a spontaneous awakening of love
within the endless embrace of morning
slowly running hands of light
over the breasts and pelvis
of a shy and virgin earth
a slow awakening response
the earth trembling in pleasure
with the creation of life
and passion of a new day
a spontaneous awakening of love
within the endless embrace of morning
#love
#sensual
#healing
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Love vs the world, round two
noise
endless noise
a world of noise
the constant droning
everyone talking
no one listening
and no one left to hear
deaf to the noise
the noise becomes silence
silence destroying our senses
the disease of noise
numbing the spirit
and deadening our souls
the silence
of my screaming shatters
the world full of noise
my feral heart ...
endless noise
a world of noise
the constant droning
everyone talking
no one listening
and no one left to hear
deaf to the noise
the noise becomes silence
silence destroying our senses
the disease of noise
numbing the spirit
and deadening our souls
the silence
of my screaming shatters
the world full of noise
my feral heart ...
#love
#dark
#silence #redemption
#silence #redemption
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2 Comments
Trees dreaming of man dreaming of trees
My soul splits open
as I dig feet deep into loam,
setting down roots,
anchoring life.
The bones of my feet
become the bones of the earth,
roots to nourish my soul
as I look toward the heavens.
Slowly day by day,
reaching higher,
seeking the warmth of the sun,
my spirits soars,
branching out,
a thousand directions at once.
I learn of frost and cold,
drought...
as I dig feet deep into loam,
setting down roots,
anchoring life.
The bones of my feet
become the bones of the earth,
roots to nourish my soul
as I look toward the heavens.
Slowly day by day,
reaching higher,
seeking the warmth of the sun,
my spirits soars,
branching out,
a thousand directions at once.
I learn of frost and cold,
drought...
#birth
#aging
#philosophical
325 reads
7 Comments
Poltergeist
Haunted,
a flickering vision
in the corner of my eye,
a gentle touch,
a loving caress,
a whisper of breath softly on neck.
the ghost of your love,
surrounding me,
warming me,
enveloping my soul,
giving me strength to live another day.
I breath you in,
the memory of you,
the gentleness of...
a flickering vision
in the corner of my eye,
a gentle touch,
a loving caress,
a whisper of breath softly on neck.
the ghost of your love,
surrounding me,
warming me,
enveloping my soul,
giving me strength to live another day.
I breath you in,
the memory of you,
the gentleness of...
#love
#hope
#ghosts #bittersweet
#ghosts #bittersweet
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Some day
Some day
I may
act
to do something more than nothing
one day
I may
become
the man I see when my eyes are closed
my future
is engraved
on my heart I fear to look at
my fear
lives
on the remembrance of past failures
my past
are chains
holding my feet to earth
my spirit
yearns
to travel the heavens
my goal
is to be
stronger
to hold the flame of my being higher
my desire
is to be
a guiding star for others to follow
my dream is
to love
and find a flame...
I may
act
to do something more than nothing
one day
I may
become
the man I see when my eyes are closed
my future
is engraved
on my heart I fear to look at
my fear
lives
on the remembrance of past failures
my past
are chains
holding my feet to earth
my spirit
yearns
to travel the heavens
my goal
is to be
stronger
to hold the flame of my being higher
my desire
is to be
a guiding star for others to follow
my dream is
to love
and find a flame...
#hope
#SelfReflection
#redemption
305 reads
3 Comments
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