Submissions by Buddhaamc
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Oct 2013 00:43am
13th Oct 2013 00:43am
Early Morning Mist
The mist moves slowly,
Gently, provocatively,
Across the lake.
Majestically spilling,
Onto the field,
Seductively swaying,
Calling for us to enter.
The mist now surrounds us,
Hiding us,
As I lean in to smell
The heavenly, lustfully scented exposed neck.
Your neck, which reveals the sensuality of your female being,
Hypnotising my senses,
Leaving me vulnerable
At your hands.
The mist from the lake now dampens our clothes,
Allowing them to cling,
Diaphanously.
Your voluptuous form no longer shielded from my eyes....
Gently, provocatively,
Across the lake.
Majestically spilling,
Onto the field,
Seductively swaying,
Calling for us to enter.
The mist now surrounds us,
Hiding us,
As I lean in to smell
The heavenly, lustfully scented exposed neck.
Your neck, which reveals the sensuality of your female being,
Hypnotising my senses,
Leaving me vulnerable
At your hands.
The mist from the lake now dampens our clothes,
Allowing them to cling,
Diaphanously.
Your voluptuous form no longer shielded from my eyes....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Oct 2013 00:41am
13th Oct 2013 00:41am
Beethoven’s Violins
The sound comes in gently,
With the hope of something more aggressive.
You are those violins,
Beethoven’s violins.
My hand slowly moves across your bare stomach,
Your smooth flesh crying out,
To be caressed.
Like the bow across the string,
The string of violins,
Beethoven’s violins.
My hand feels your hourglass shape,
Like that of a violin.
Your smooth neck,
Slowly moving my hand over the smooth, supple skin,
You shudder at my fingertips,
Giving out the short sensuous sounds of excitement,
As I move down ever so gently,...
With the hope of something more aggressive.
You are those violins,
Beethoven’s violins.
My hand slowly moves across your bare stomach,
Your smooth flesh crying out,
To be caressed.
Like the bow across the string,
The string of violins,
Beethoven’s violins.
My hand feels your hourglass shape,
Like that of a violin.
Your smooth neck,
Slowly moving my hand over the smooth, supple skin,
You shudder at my fingertips,
Giving out the short sensuous sounds of excitement,
As I move down ever so gently,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2013 8:07pm
24th Apr 2013 8:07pm
No One Will Stop For Me Today
Stranded out by the side of the road
I can’t bare the thought of another car passing by
As I stick out my thumb and hope for the best.
The road is long and curves ever so slightly
As it stretches through the foothills of
The rolling countryside of nowhere.
Where do all the cars go
As they race past me without
Even slowing down to look
At me?
I sit upon my suitcase
As the clouds begin to gather
I watch them in amazement
As they gather in all directions.
How does that happen?
All the different air currents ...
I can’t bare the thought of another car passing by
As I stick out my thumb and hope for the best.
The road is long and curves ever so slightly
As it stretches through the foothills of
The rolling countryside of nowhere.
Where do all the cars go
As they race past me without
Even slowing down to look
At me?
I sit upon my suitcase
As the clouds begin to gather
I watch them in amazement
As they gather in all directions.
How does that happen?
All the different air currents ...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2013 5:54pm
24th Apr 2013 5:54pm
A step towards the light
My head is full of confusion.
I can't think of anything that isn't going to hurt me.
The Absinthe bottle that sits on the counter,
The cigarettes that are in their pack,
The cigarette in my mouth, in my hand, in my mouth.
My pen won't write what I want it to,
It slows down at every new word.
Thoughts race through my minds and mean nothing,
Nothing but the endless thoughs that I can't get rid of.
Am I just feeling sorry for myself?
Why can I not move on?
I am stuck in a loop of hatred that I can't control.
I slam my fist to my forehead,
This...
I can't think of anything that isn't going to hurt me.
The Absinthe bottle that sits on the counter,
The cigarettes that are in their pack,
The cigarette in my mouth, in my hand, in my mouth.
My pen won't write what I want it to,
It slows down at every new word.
Thoughts race through my minds and mean nothing,
Nothing but the endless thoughs that I can't get rid of.
Am I just feeling sorry for myself?
Why can I not move on?
I am stuck in a loop of hatred that I can't control.
I slam my fist to my forehead,
This...
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Apr 2013 10:25pm
17th Apr 2013 10:25pm
The dew tastes salty
The sun comes up over the horizon,
Blinding me in its glare.
Dew steams from the concrete,
As I sit in the middle,
Between the broken white lines of the highway.
Cross legged, smoking weed from a pipe,
The highway gives a shudder,
Under my ass.
Whooooooosh.
They pass by me on either side,
Too stunned to make a sound.
Wishing that they had hit me,
They wish it, but are glad that they didn't.
The horizon shakes,
As I am joined by a dwarf,
'Mind if I join you'
'Not at all, have a toke'
A snake, a gopher and a moose.
They...
Blinding me in its glare.
Dew steams from the concrete,
As I sit in the middle,
Between the broken white lines of the highway.
Cross legged, smoking weed from a pipe,
The highway gives a shudder,
Under my ass.
Whooooooosh.
They pass by me on either side,
Too stunned to make a sound.
Wishing that they had hit me,
They wish it, but are glad that they didn't.
The horizon shakes,
As I am joined by a dwarf,
'Mind if I join you'
'Not at all, have a toke'
A snake, a gopher and a moose.
They...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Apr 2013 10:22pm
17th Apr 2013 10:22pm
Nightmarish Hell
Dusted wings, pierced with poison
Gliding over the wind swept fields
Putrid, stale air
Dead bodies after midnight
Screams heard echoing throughout the night
Vanishing into the first rays of morning
Blood soaked valleys, filled from mountaintops
Corpses piling skyward
Stacked like a wall of masonry blocks.
Where did this all come from?
Who brought this all here?
Why here of all places?
Can these proceedings not be stopped?
Do these questions have no answers?
The children drink the foaming liquid,
Staining their faces
Washing...
Gliding over the wind swept fields
Putrid, stale air
Dead bodies after midnight
Screams heard echoing throughout the night
Vanishing into the first rays of morning
Blood soaked valleys, filled from mountaintops
Corpses piling skyward
Stacked like a wall of masonry blocks.
Where did this all come from?
Who brought this all here?
Why here of all places?
Can these proceedings not be stopped?
Do these questions have no answers?
The children drink the foaming liquid,
Staining their faces
Washing...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 9:14pm
9th Apr 2013 9:14pm
Psilocybe tampanensis
I smile remembering this,
Many years have past,
The euphoria returns in thought.
The dim light cast an air of twilight,
The shades were all shut from the deep sunshine,
I can see the music,
It dances in front of me.
A chain of colourful sheet music that morphs,
Into cave painting, humanoids.
They skip through rainbow colours,
I laugh out loud as I slowly,
Consciously,
Carefully counting out the seconds.
They flow from minute to hour.
I turn through the room
The walls drip waxing illusions of nothing.
Never again to be repeated,...
Many years have past,
The euphoria returns in thought.
The dim light cast an air of twilight,
The shades were all shut from the deep sunshine,
I can see the music,
It dances in front of me.
A chain of colourful sheet music that morphs,
Into cave painting, humanoids.
They skip through rainbow colours,
I laugh out loud as I slowly,
Consciously,
Carefully counting out the seconds.
They flow from minute to hour.
I turn through the room
The walls drip waxing illusions of nothing.
Never again to be repeated,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 9:07pm
9th Apr 2013 9:07pm
Stiletto Heels and a Red Dress
The Saxophone blows
A cool, cool breeze.
Throughout the Dizzy,
Wind swept night,
The stars twinkle
A melody,
That hits deep
Inside me.
I wander down
The melting,
Summer streets.
Piano pounding deep,
Within milk pouring sky.
Cloud drenching the glow
Of heartbreak.
I see you,
There alone.
Bathing in the shower
Of lamplight,
Maybe I could build
Up enough courage
To step up to you,
In that red dress
That you wear.
Blazing into
The blackness,
Sculpted legs that
Transcend Reality....
A cool, cool breeze.
Throughout the Dizzy,
Wind swept night,
The stars twinkle
A melody,
That hits deep
Inside me.
I wander down
The melting,
Summer streets.
Piano pounding deep,
Within milk pouring sky.
Cloud drenching the glow
Of heartbreak.
I see you,
There alone.
Bathing in the shower
Of lamplight,
Maybe I could build
Up enough courage
To step up to you,
In that red dress
That you wear.
Blazing into
The blackness,
Sculpted legs that
Transcend Reality....
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