Submissions by BluesGal73
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Lover of absurdist, erotic, and blues poetry. Also 60s countercultural rebellious prose and poetry. I believe in the power of laughter.
ANGER POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 3:01am
25th Jun 2013 3:01am
Angry
I am so sick of being put down,
beat down; my smiles made to
turn into frowns.
Constant criticism of my flaws
piss me off and make me bawl.
Everything I seem to do irritates you.
Well, why don't you get someone to replace me,
fool, and be free of my stupid presence.
Wouldn't that make you more pleasant?
Or would you rather be alone,
drowning in your own irritableness,
crankiness, downright, miserableness?
I think you would be happier, actually.
So leave me be and set yourself...
beat down; my smiles made to
turn into frowns.
Constant criticism of my flaws
piss me off and make me bawl.
Everything I seem to do irritates you.
Well, why don't you get someone to replace me,
fool, and be free of my stupid presence.
Wouldn't that make you more pleasant?
Or would you rather be alone,
drowning in your own irritableness,
crankiness, downright, miserableness?
I think you would be happier, actually.
So leave me be and set yourself...
900 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 2:53am
25th Jun 2013 2:53am
Love Song To A Sea Man
Beautiful man,
with the windswept hair,
with the goofy smile,
what hides behind those hazel eyes?
Pain?
Heartache?
Too much loss that your heart breaks when
the words 'love' and 'loved ones'
are tossed about?
Your grief is weighing you down like a
rusted anchor,
sinking you into the deep depths of despair.
But you put on your happy face
and act like you don't have a care.
You're a gentle spirit,
...
with the windswept hair,
with the goofy smile,
what hides behind those hazel eyes?
Pain?
Heartache?
Too much loss that your heart breaks when
the words 'love' and 'loved ones'
are tossed about?
Your grief is weighing you down like a
rusted anchor,
sinking you into the deep depths of despair.
But you put on your happy face
and act like you don't have a care.
You're a gentle spirit,
...
730 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 3:02am
19th Jun 2013 3:02am
Oral Sex With My Coffee Cup
That lingering, slow soft
eruption of black liquid
goodiness that leaks
over the rim after each sip,
slides down
towards the bottom.
My tongue lovingly presses
towards that drip and licks
slowly up, up , up
down down
until the coffee leakage
is gone.
...
eruption of black liquid
goodiness that leaks
over the rim after each sip,
slides down
towards the bottom.
My tongue lovingly presses
towards that drip and licks
slowly up, up , up
down down
until the coffee leakage
is gone.
...
961 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 2:52am
19th Jun 2013 2:52am
Submission
He is bent over the chair's high back
waiting in naked anticipation
for the whip's hard crack.
When it comes, like a thunderous smack,
he staggers and writhes in its intensity,
his exposed cock is bobbing in its density.
The pain almost brings him to his knees
~~ no more, please ~~
I can see it in his eyes.
I run the leather across his thighs
He shivers.......and sighs.
CRACK!!!
a cry
CRACK!!!
...
waiting in naked anticipation
for the whip's hard crack.
When it comes, like a thunderous smack,
he staggers and writhes in its intensity,
his exposed cock is bobbing in its density.
The pain almost brings him to his knees
~~ no more, please ~~
I can see it in his eyes.
I run the leather across his thighs
He shivers.......and sighs.
CRACK!!!
a cry
CRACK!!!
...
853 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2013 00:34am
13th Jun 2013 00:34am
Fat & Almost 40 Blues
Why does everything seem to be going wrong?
My life lately is one big blues song.
What is wrong with me??
Am I too blind to see how bad I am a fuck up?
Someone please kick me in the butt.
I have the Fuckin Up-When-I-Am-Almost-40-Blues.
I'm too fat to tie my shoes.
I'm losing my temper too often, too.
I want to be alone.
Not talk on the phone.
High one minute,
low the next.
I am one big fat blubberball of a mess.
I think I need a psy-chi-a-trist.
I have the Stupidly-Fat-&-Almost-40-Blues.
(someone...
My life lately is one big blues song.
What is wrong with me??
Am I too blind to see how bad I am a fuck up?
Someone please kick me in the butt.
I have the Fuckin Up-When-I-Am-Almost-40-Blues.
I'm too fat to tie my shoes.
I'm losing my temper too often, too.
I want to be alone.
Not talk on the phone.
High one minute,
low the next.
I am one big fat blubberball of a mess.
I think I need a psy-chi-a-trist.
I have the Stupidly-Fat-&-Almost-40-Blues.
(someone...
645 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Jun 2013 00:25am
13th Jun 2013 00:25am
Oral Delight On A Shaved Dude
He leaned back on his elbows, sheepishly smiling,
and slowly parted his thighs, giving me a
pleasant surprise.
His balls were shaved.
His mound was bare.
My hedonistic honey
had no hair......
anywhere.
I kissed those balls
and gently tongued that pubic mound
as my shy lover made sensual, submissive sounds.
Leaning Tower of Penis, pointed upright in the air,
swaying majestically without the burden of all that hair.
"Well, I must...
and slowly parted his thighs, giving me a
pleasant surprise.
His balls were shaved.
His mound was bare.
My hedonistic honey
had no hair......
anywhere.
I kissed those balls
and gently tongued that pubic mound
as my shy lover made sensual, submissive sounds.
Leaning Tower of Penis, pointed upright in the air,
swaying majestically without the burden of all that hair.
"Well, I must...
890 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 8:13am
12th Jun 2013 8:13am
Can't Watch
I have to turn away from the tv.
Drinking my evening coffee, trying not to see,
evidence of man's hatred and cruelty,
that litter the bloody streets of Boston.
Drinking my evening coffee, trying not to see,
evidence of man's hatred and cruelty,
that litter the bloody streets of Boston.
612 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 8:09am
12th Jun 2013 8:09am
Not In The Mood
Your body.......
it's tired.
My body......
it's wired.
I'm horny.........
so wet.
You sigh and plead,
"Baby, not yet.
I worked all day.
I'm not feelin too good. I can't get it up.
Just not in the mood."
And I smile and touch your cheek
because I understand, that the one
who doesn't want sex is sometimes
The Man.
it's tired.
My body......
it's wired.
I'm horny.........
so wet.
You sigh and plead,
"Baby, not yet.
I worked all day.
I'm not feelin too good. I can't get it up.
Just not in the mood."
And I smile and touch your cheek
because I understand, that the one
who doesn't want sex is sometimes
The Man.
684 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
6th Jun 2013 8:44pm
6th Jun 2013 8:44pm
Shelter House Blues
Night falls and I am depressed
in a house, a house of distress,
where women come to feel safe and sound
and hope to god they will not be found.
I sit alone most ev'ry night
drinkin coffee with myself,
tryin to feel aw'right.
Sittin ' with myself by the phone,
hopin no beaten woman calls
who needs a new home.
I got the shelter house blues,
the shelter house blues.
I cain't seem to shake these shelter house blues.
I read the files. I wash house linen.
And a gal might need a shoulder to cry on.
That's a given.
...
in a house, a house of distress,
where women come to feel safe and sound
and hope to god they will not be found.
I sit alone most ev'ry night
drinkin coffee with myself,
tryin to feel aw'right.
Sittin ' with myself by the phone,
hopin no beaten woman calls
who needs a new home.
I got the shelter house blues,
the shelter house blues.
I cain't seem to shake these shelter house blues.
I read the files. I wash house linen.
And a gal might need a shoulder to cry on.
That's a given.
...
654 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Jun 2013 8:34pm
6th Jun 2013 8:34pm
Who Cares
He shot his heart out in the night.
He just wanted someone to hold him
and tell him he was alright.
Through the years he endured pain.
so much he thought he had
gone insane.
He shot his heart out in the night.
He only wanted to be heard and told
it wasn't right.
Senseless acts of sadistic pleasure,
upon his body measure for measure.
He only wanted to be believed,
his endless trauma to be relieved.
He shot his heart out in the night.
Who says suicide isn't justified
when no one helps the young
man who...
He just wanted someone to hold him
and tell him he was alright.
Through the years he endured pain.
so much he thought he had
gone insane.
He shot his heart out in the night.
He only wanted to be heard and told
it wasn't right.
Senseless acts of sadistic pleasure,
upon his body measure for measure.
He only wanted to be believed,
his endless trauma to be relieved.
He shot his heart out in the night.
Who says suicide isn't justified
when no one helps the young
man who...
820 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
6th Jun 2013 11:19am
6th Jun 2013 11:19am
Drowning Blues
Dirty water out at Maumee Bay,
swallow me whole,
wash all my blues away.
Let me sink down into
your dark abyss,
swallow my blues up.
Let me fade away in bliss.
I grow so heavy,
cranky, and weary.
Let my sorrows
be buried at the bottom
of Lake Erie.
swallow me whole,
wash all my blues away.
Let me sink down into
your dark abyss,
swallow my blues up.
Let me fade away in bliss.
I grow so heavy,
cranky, and weary.
Let my sorrows
be buried at the bottom
of Lake Erie.
634 reads
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