Submissions by BrowneyedMermaid
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 6:00am
19th Mar 2013 6:00am
Detoured
your eyes spoke eloquently
in silence
gaze darting
as if at any moment
you will be devoured
by an unknown force
only your greasy head
can fathom
Say, what secrets can your
weary body hold
are u a victim or a predator
and those hands of grime and dirt
who could have they caressed
or murdered?
Aaah, what thoughts goes with
those far away looks
as you move from corner to corner
in your tattered clothes
do you have regrets
or do not mind at all
completely lost in your own world
in silence
gaze darting
as if at any moment
you will be devoured
by an unknown force
only your greasy head
can fathom
Say, what secrets can your
weary body hold
are u a victim or a predator
and those hands of grime and dirt
who could have they caressed
or murdered?
Aaah, what thoughts goes with
those far away looks
as you move from corner to corner
in your tattered clothes
do you have regrets
or do not mind at all
completely lost in your own world
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 5:53am
19th Mar 2013 5:53am
Driftwood
the fledgling bush
grew into a tree
not without
birth pains
twigs outstretched
its leaves spread
with pride
the world watched
for its downfall
from hurricane of woes
the now mighty tree
survived not without scars
until its golden hair turned
into brown
age caught up
leaves wilted
its body gave in
no longer proud
in the river by the
bank of its childhood
a driftwood floats
to nowhere
grew into a tree
not without
birth pains
twigs outstretched
its leaves spread
with pride
the world watched
for its downfall
from hurricane of woes
the now mighty tree
survived not without scars
until its golden hair turned
into brown
age caught up
leaves wilted
its body gave in
no longer proud
in the river by the
bank of its childhood
a driftwood floats
to nowhere
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 8:11am
18th Mar 2013 8:11am
Before We Said Goodbye
I lay next to you in this warm bed where
only moments ago, you and i cavorted
to quench an insatiable fire
You filled my needs and so did i, so i thought
because i heard you sigh and saw a glint
of smile in the corners of those lips
those hungry lips that devoured mine
a hundred times, i almost gasped for breath
In those moments of pure bliss time stood still
i forgot who we are and why we were here
what only mattered is that we were together
one last time, savoring what is left of the final hours
before we said goodbye. . .
only moments ago, you and i cavorted
to quench an insatiable fire
You filled my needs and so did i, so i thought
because i heard you sigh and saw a glint
of smile in the corners of those lips
those hungry lips that devoured mine
a hundred times, i almost gasped for breath
In those moments of pure bliss time stood still
i forgot who we are and why we were here
what only mattered is that we were together
one last time, savoring what is left of the final hours
before we said goodbye. . .
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 8:01am
18th Mar 2013 8:01am
Letting Go
letting go is letting out
the pain and the hurt
stored in a barrel
fermented
letting go is letting fly
the bird of discontent
caged for the longest time
shut tight
letting go is letting fly
no more smiles
no more cries
just a sigh, yes
a sigh
the pain and the hurt
stored in a barrel
fermented
letting go is letting fly
the bird of discontent
caged for the longest time
shut tight
letting go is letting fly
no more smiles
no more cries
just a sigh, yes
a sigh
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2013 8:56am
17th Mar 2013 8:56am
An Old Woman By The Window
I see her everyday on my way to work
She is there by the wide window
of an old house near the road
where i come and go
silver hair in a neat bun
tired wrinkled hands
and chinky eyes that were always
staring at a distance
as if waiting for something
or someone?
And so it goes day by day
She sits by her window with her lonely gaze
I wonder what thoughts are on her tiny head
Was she happy in her younger years
or did she loath life's miseries?
Were there dreams she still dreams of
Or was she...
She is there by the wide window
of an old house near the road
where i come and go
silver hair in a neat bun
tired wrinkled hands
and chinky eyes that were always
staring at a distance
as if waiting for something
or someone?
And so it goes day by day
She sits by her window with her lonely gaze
I wonder what thoughts are on her tiny head
Was she happy in her younger years
or did she loath life's miseries?
Were there dreams she still dreams of
Or was she...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2013 8:47am
17th Mar 2013 8:47am
Notes on a Sunday
It has become a pattern
Sundays are rest days
But not for our cleaning lady
And the guy who mows the grasses
and the laundrywoman
the iron lady
the neighbor who does
my manicure and pedi
It is my rest day
But is it right
to deprive them of
their Sundays
Now i'm thinking of
Saturdays
Sundays are rest days
But not for our cleaning lady
And the guy who mows the grasses
and the laundrywoman
the iron lady
the neighbor who does
my manicure and pedi
It is my rest day
But is it right
to deprive them of
their Sundays
Now i'm thinking of
Saturdays
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 5:01pm
16th Mar 2013 5:01pm
Emptiness
I know how it is
how it feels
what it brings
I have been there
many times over
I'm still there
feeling it
the cold gaze
the longings only
the eyes convey
chasing dreams
lost in a makeshift
meaningless
existence
Its all there
in the half smiles
the unsure steps
of the drunken man
bottle still in hand
in the outstretched
arms of those waiting
for dole outs
in a mother's wails
for a lost child
in the unsteady drift
of an aspiring poet
I know what it is . . .
it is called emptiness
how it feels
what it brings
I have been there
many times over
I'm still there
feeling it
the cold gaze
the longings only
the eyes convey
chasing dreams
lost in a makeshift
meaningless
existence
Its all there
in the half smiles
the unsure steps
of the drunken man
bottle still in hand
in the outstretched
arms of those waiting
for dole outs
in a mother's wails
for a lost child
in the unsteady drift
of an aspiring poet
I know what it is . . .
it is called emptiness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 4:51pm
16th Mar 2013 4:51pm
Beneath Her Smiles
Her lips form
the sweetest smiles
They say it melts
the deepest scars
But if you gaze
into her eyes
A waterfall in there
lies
the sweetest smiles
They say it melts
the deepest scars
But if you gaze
into her eyes
A waterfall in there
lies
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 4:57am
16th Mar 2013 4:57am
Seduction
it did not escape me
those sideway glances
as you stood in that corner
i pretended to ignore
your magnetic presence
yet the unspoken language
of your desire
permeated my being
as i tried to catch your
fleeting gaze
you turned and walked away
i followed and met you there
we stared head on
a stranger to another
we understood
those sideway glances
as you stood in that corner
i pretended to ignore
your magnetic presence
yet the unspoken language
of your desire
permeated my being
as i tried to catch your
fleeting gaze
you turned and walked away
i followed and met you there
we stared head on
a stranger to another
we understood
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 4:50am
16th Mar 2013 4:50am
Desire
The eyes are the medium
the indicium of prurient thoughts
unspoken, yet the intense gaze
channels the basal carnal needs
of a man to a woman
woman to woman
man to man
the one universal language
is desire
the indicium of prurient thoughts
unspoken, yet the intense gaze
channels the basal carnal needs
of a man to a woman
woman to woman
man to man
the one universal language
is desire
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 2:41pm
15th Mar 2013 2:41pm
What's Another Heartache
I have loved and lost
Nothing scares me now
I have been through it all
the pain
the shameless crying
the anguish
the endless whining
There is nothing more
I can't endure
What's another heartache
It can't make me fall
I died a thousand times
And i rose still whole
I will plunge into the
darkness
To see the light of
love once more
Nothing scares me now
I have been through it all
the pain
the shameless crying
the anguish
the endless whining
There is nothing more
I can't endure
What's another heartache
It can't make me fall
I died a thousand times
And i rose still whole
I will plunge into the
darkness
To see the light of
love once more
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 2:30pm
15th Mar 2013 2:30pm
Walking Into The Fire
I knew the dangers
the pitfalls of
forbidden joy
Yet the urge is
so consuming
pulling me into you
I am too weak to resist
the embers of
burning desire
inviting me into
the fire
the pitfalls of
forbidden joy
Yet the urge is
so consuming
pulling me into you
I am too weak to resist
the embers of
burning desire
inviting me into
the fire
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