Submissions by Atehequa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Old backwoodsman, poet, artist and storyteller
DARK POEM
Published
11th Sep 2011 1:28pm
11th Sep 2011 1:28pm
Powdery wings upon the ground
Words fluttering wildly into the night
Lost in assumption, a precarious flight
Well honed words slashing like weapons of war
Flitting through tangled brush never to soar
Hopping about branches like frightened sparrows
Let fly without aim, your barbed point arrows
Another fluttering moth falling prey to a bat
Nothing like the play between mouse and housecat
Short lived flight, quick passionate thrill
Inspiration enough to move the quill
From mind to mouth onto pages, words leap
Never heard by those far away and fast asleep
Neither...
Lost in assumption, a precarious flight
Well honed words slashing like weapons of war
Flitting through tangled brush never to soar
Hopping about branches like frightened sparrows
Let fly without aim, your barbed point arrows
Another fluttering moth falling prey to a bat
Nothing like the play between mouse and housecat
Short lived flight, quick passionate thrill
Inspiration enough to move the quill
From mind to mouth onto pages, words leap
Never heard by those far away and fast asleep
Neither...
811 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2011 1:14pm
11th Sep 2011 1:14pm
Quietly Watching Life
Sitting quietly by a new stretch of stream
A short rest and time to take in the view
At a peaceful place in a time of strife
Quietly watching life
While it watches me
Onyx eyes, inlaid with gold
Slowly changing from green to grey
Down from dry lofty boughs
Lounging on a wet rock
Water smoothed almost into a egg shape
Pushed up by the rushing spring flow
Like a monolith rising out of the bank
Now nearly as grey as the rock
Secure in his camouflage
He issued a quick chirping trill
Smiling I return a softer greeting
Ever...
A short rest and time to take in the view
At a peaceful place in a time of strife
Quietly watching life
While it watches me
Onyx eyes, inlaid with gold
Slowly changing from green to grey
Down from dry lofty boughs
Lounging on a wet rock
Water smoothed almost into a egg shape
Pushed up by the rushing spring flow
Like a monolith rising out of the bank
Now nearly as grey as the rock
Secure in his camouflage
He issued a quick chirping trill
Smiling I return a softer greeting
Ever...
638 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Sep 2011 00:48am
11th Sep 2011 00:48am
This Shadowy Glade
Drifty poems of personal bliss and woes
Of lost love, loneliness, highs and lows
Of chasing dreams into warm sunny lands
Of long moonlight walks and holding hands
Then there are poems penned in chilled blood
By somber clad poets, boots caked with mud
They ever travel upon lonely dark damp trails
Cold spoken rhyme and strange campfire tales
No fanciful words of colorful garden flowers
Our poems are recited in the darkest hours
No nectar sweet words calling long lost love
Our words drop and slither from dark boughs above
Poems...
Of lost love, loneliness, highs and lows
Of chasing dreams into warm sunny lands
Of long moonlight walks and holding hands
Then there are poems penned in chilled blood
By somber clad poets, boots caked with mud
They ever travel upon lonely dark damp trails
Cold spoken rhyme and strange campfire tales
No fanciful words of colorful garden flowers
Our poems are recited in the darkest hours
No nectar sweet words calling long lost love
Our words drop and slither from dark boughs above
Poems...
712 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2011 00:39am
11th Sep 2011 00:39am
Katepacomen
Bidding no farewells, he left his kind
Beaten half to death, a change of mind
Out of Fort Pitt, early that fateful morn
A rifle, full bag of shot and powder horn
Following the Ohio, leaving them behind
‘Simon Girty remember, they are not of your kind’
Warning his Mingo brothers and Shawnee bands
“The Long Knives are coming to take your lands”
Up the Scioto River the winds of war began to blow
Once again Simon Girty’s white blood ceased to flow
His voice was heard at the council in Chillicothe
As did that of the Maumee, Cherokee and Lenape
...
Beaten half to death, a change of mind
Out of Fort Pitt, early that fateful morn
A rifle, full bag of shot and powder horn
Following the Ohio, leaving them behind
‘Simon Girty remember, they are not of your kind’
Warning his Mingo brothers and Shawnee bands
“The Long Knives are coming to take your lands”
Up the Scioto River the winds of war began to blow
Once again Simon Girty’s white blood ceased to flow
His voice was heard at the council in Chillicothe
As did that of the Maumee, Cherokee and Lenape
...
754 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Sep 2011 4:11pm
10th Sep 2011 4:11pm
Flower of this Night
Although ever aware of your presence
I have to laugh this particular time
As of anymore any new approach
Is comically refreshing I suppose
Even in a dark crowded bar, I can pick you out
Can you envision both mirth and erotica
Rolling around and lustfully tinged ?
Eastern standard time spent blissfully
Inside a Best Western Motel room
Sashaying for me upon a worn green carpet
Even more blurred looking through a clear plastic cup
Microwave, mini fridge, small talk and big expectations
Good liquor, fair company and bad accommodations ...
I have to laugh this particular time
As of anymore any new approach
Is comically refreshing I suppose
Even in a dark crowded bar, I can pick you out
Can you envision both mirth and erotica
Rolling around and lustfully tinged ?
Eastern standard time spent blissfully
Inside a Best Western Motel room
Sashaying for me upon a worn green carpet
Even more blurred looking through a clear plastic cup
Microwave, mini fridge, small talk and big expectations
Good liquor, fair company and bad accommodations ...
770 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Sep 2011 3:53pm
10th Sep 2011 3:53pm
Ghost Cat
Her friends off to the campground store
Leaving Emily with a fire to be made
Short on beans they went for some more
Leaving Emily alone in this shadowy glade
Silently descending the dark wooded hill
Silently through the mist shrouded trees
Coming down at dusk to eat his fill
The scent of prey riding upon a breeze
Never before had she been to this place
A cool breeze stirring her soft brown hair
Cool mountain air blushing her fair face
Not too far below the ghost cat’s lair
Tawny and pale grey with rosettes of black
Throat...
Leaving Emily with a fire to be made
Short on beans they went for some more
Leaving Emily alone in this shadowy glade
Silently descending the dark wooded hill
Silently through the mist shrouded trees
Coming down at dusk to eat his fill
The scent of prey riding upon a breeze
Never before had she been to this place
A cool breeze stirring her soft brown hair
Cool mountain air blushing her fair face
Not too far below the ghost cat’s lair
Tawny and pale grey with rosettes of black
Throat...
752 reads
2 Comments
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