Submissions by DeanD
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Flows and Flock of Flint...
as seraphs pull the strings of sunrise
to baptize the city of Flint
illuminating the laments
of those plagued by low ceilings
seeking healing from the cement
drying around their feet in torment
from the contents of the faucets
and the losses it could not prevent
for ten thousand cent
eddy down the sink into the sewer
with the slices of souls on a skewer
from this event
as the tail of tomorrow
paint silhouettes in pale with it’s extent
will critiques be tempered
will it even be remembered
when criticizing the...
to baptize the city of Flint
illuminating the laments
of those plagued by low ceilings
seeking healing from the cement
drying around their feet in torment
from the contents of the faucets
and the losses it could not prevent
for ten thousand cent
eddy down the sink into the sewer
with the slices of souls on a skewer
from this event
as the tail of tomorrow
paint silhouettes in pale with it’s extent
will critiques be tempered
will it even be remembered
when criticizing the...
708 reads
8 Comments
Nocturne
asking, telling, begging me
in our comet lit tableau
for my mouth to return
unmasking it’s compelling melody
atop a piano
playing
number
nineteen
Nocturne
her pitch lower and rise
with every stroke
within our chrysalis
feeling her twitch and writhe
the shudder of every syllable spoke
stream
out
her
esophagus
her moans mingling alongside mine
creating chords
to our love track
composed in perfect rhythm and time
the symphony scored
down...
in our comet lit tableau
for my mouth to return
unmasking it’s compelling melody
atop a piano
playing
number
nineteen
Nocturne
her pitch lower and rise
with every stroke
within our chrysalis
feeling her twitch and writhe
the shudder of every syllable spoke
stream
out
her
esophagus
her moans mingling alongside mine
creating chords
to our love track
composed in perfect rhythm and time
the symphony scored
down...
876 reads
10 Comments
Musing in Mizzle
I tripped and fell in a coma
awoken by the smell of her aroma,
emanating from her precious pages
whisked on a voyage of her vocabulary,
as I sail the ferry
floating on phrases
lost in the lines of her imperial imagination,
that water the vegetation
with vapors in the valley of my vineyard
her love of lyrics intertwine
hydrate and immerse my mind,
with wine from grapes that grow inward
consuming the Cabernet
that spurt from her erotic essays,
and various stanzas that conduct electric sizzle
strolling...
awoken by the smell of her aroma,
emanating from her precious pages
whisked on a voyage of her vocabulary,
as I sail the ferry
floating on phrases
lost in the lines of her imperial imagination,
that water the vegetation
with vapors in the valley of my vineyard
her love of lyrics intertwine
hydrate and immerse my mind,
with wine from grapes that grow inward
consuming the Cabernet
that spurt from her erotic essays,
and various stanzas that conduct electric sizzle
strolling...
755 reads
10 Comments
No. 23
# randy as her lips taste of mimosa
steadily inching closer and closer
her hands under my shirt
I spin her around, lift up her skirt
her chocolate booty I bite
108 degrees Fahrenheit
spinning seductive strands
she melts in my mouth and my hand
Nestlé truffle butter
she speaks my name in stutters
D-D-Dean, I glow and glow
her cream flows and flows
a frenzy from the couch to the floor
on my titillating tour
D double E P
I decree number 23
when the scene dematerialize
before my eyes
...
steadily inching closer and closer
her hands under my shirt
I spin her around, lift up her skirt
her chocolate booty I bite
108 degrees Fahrenheit
spinning seductive strands
she melts in my mouth and my hand
Nestlé truffle butter
she speaks my name in stutters
D-D-Dean, I glow and glow
her cream flows and flows
a frenzy from the couch to the floor
on my titillating tour
D double E P
I decree number 23
when the scene dematerialize
before my eyes
...
713 reads
6 Comments
Shakes Of My Snow Globe...
amidst crystals
falling like asterisks
from the constellations
they twist and twinkle
through my skullcap, stick
and hum in my imagination
their script
of inspiring lyrics
melt from my pen ballpointed
shimmering drips
from icicle tips onto my spirit
glistening, as if anointed
by an ointment salve
of a lustrous lacquer
on an errand to enrobe
sharing formulas and math
swirl and scatter
with a shake of the snow globe...
falling like asterisks
from the constellations
they twist and twinkle
through my skullcap, stick
and hum in my imagination
their script
of inspiring lyrics
melt from my pen ballpointed
shimmering drips
from icicle tips onto my spirit
glistening, as if anointed
by an ointment salve
of a lustrous lacquer
on an errand to enrobe
sharing formulas and math
swirl and scatter
with a shake of the snow globe...
769 reads
7 Comments
MMYAHH
* * *
MERRY CHRISTMAS YALL
AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS
LOL...
* * * * * *
MERRY CHRISTMAS YALL
AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS
LOL...
* * * * * *
780 reads
7 Comments
Infatuation of Flames
the door of this story
opens in your glory
illuminated by candles
on walls our shadows shown
I’m beckoned by your moans
to be manhandled
my ears singed with sighs
inside your thermal thighs
where I kiss
among where you blaze
my tongue lost in the maze
of the infernal abyss
raising your laced curled toes
placing my unfurled hose
in the fire
fingernails raking
a trail down my back making
the candles burn higher
fueled by...
884 reads
5 Comments
Inklings III...
scrabbling on my slate
scraping stars
into the pitch purple night
shattering through opaque
aching scars
that blur my sight
to see the dawn
break over the horizon
over broken soil
vineyards spawn
dimensions rising
awoken from my oil
folding the paper
into metaphors and similes
inhaling breath of life
holding the vapor
cue a barren poor land to brim lilies
prevailing death and strife
crossroads connect
with parallel lines
that denote and blend
...
scraping stars
into the pitch purple night
shattering through opaque
aching scars
that blur my sight
to see the dawn
break over the horizon
over broken soil
vineyards spawn
dimensions rising
awoken from my oil
folding the paper
into metaphors and similes
inhaling breath of life
holding the vapor
cue a barren poor land to brim lilies
prevailing death and strife
crossroads connect
with parallel lines
that denote and blend
...
700 reads
9 Comments
The Author of Your Pleasure...
pluck the strings
on her blouse,
where her skin taste sweeter
over the areola ring
as I douse
her every centimeter
till she glistens,
then I enact to
reside in soft rayon,
softest in the solar system,
on my back you
inscribe the dossier on
and spiel the summary
into my ear,
the author of your pleasure
walking through wondery,
the bliss here
too much to measure
perpetually enduring
the winter summer ...
on her blouse,
where her skin taste sweeter
over the areola ring
as I douse
her every centimeter
till she glistens,
then I enact to
reside in soft rayon,
softest in the solar system,
on my back you
inscribe the dossier on
and spiel the summary
into my ear,
the author of your pleasure
walking through wondery,
the bliss here
too much to measure
perpetually enduring
the winter summer ...
877 reads
19 Comments
Epitaph
bumping ‘R U still down’
as ‘I get around’
replenish my hope that was gone
from your ‘Thug luv’
trying to rise above
the gutter that’s my home
expanding in my soul from ‘Pain’
standing in the rain
getting soaked sitting on the curbs
as my CD laser
plays ‘Hellrazor’
my turmoil expressed by your words
embed souvenirs
as I ‘Shed so many tears’
listening to ‘Smile’
’On my block’
caressing my glock
whistling ‘Thug style’
‘Only God can judge me’
in the dark chanting ‘Hail mary’
confined to...
as ‘I get around’
replenish my hope that was gone
from your ‘Thug luv’
trying to rise above
the gutter that’s my home
expanding in my soul from ‘Pain’
standing in the rain
getting soaked sitting on the curbs
as my CD laser
plays ‘Hellrazor’
my turmoil expressed by your words
embed souvenirs
as I ‘Shed so many tears’
listening to ‘Smile’
’On my block’
caressing my glock
whistling ‘Thug style’
‘Only God can judge me’
in the dark chanting ‘Hail mary’
confined to...
731 reads
8 Comments
Susurrus of Sprites
secluded in our sphere
you can overhear
the susurrus of sprites
hum along with Sadé,
while Cherish the Day
inject the night
pumping a potion in our veins,
I inhale the flame
then releasing the smoke
into your full lips,
closer I pull your hips
the exposure increasing my oak
shots of Bacardi 151,
before I dot your body and honey bun,
dunk in your glaze
lace panties I wrangle
and brace around your ankles,
drunk in a daze
my vessels overflow
as you blow
an ascending scale on my flute...
you can overhear
the susurrus of sprites
hum along with Sadé,
while Cherish the Day
inject the night
pumping a potion in our veins,
I inhale the flame
then releasing the smoke
into your full lips,
closer I pull your hips
the exposure increasing my oak
shots of Bacardi 151,
before I dot your body and honey bun,
dunk in your glaze
lace panties I wrangle
and brace around your ankles,
drunk in a daze
my vessels overflow
as you blow
an ascending scale on my flute...
723 reads
6 Comments
Autumn Operetta (for Nature comp.)
fracturing from the branches,
capturing it’s climatic glances
during it’s urban wander
enclosed within a orange torrent
composed on chariots of current
the prelude to ponder
blown by casual conversations,
tones of brown tour by a woman’s interrogation
of her significant other
hitchhiking on school children’s knapsacks
hanging jewels on lawn knick knacks,
in sunkist colors
of apricot, tangerine and yellows
zigzag and careen to a band of cellos,
whisked midair by footballs
watching people catch and then...
capturing it’s climatic glances
during it’s urban wander
enclosed within a orange torrent
composed on chariots of current
the prelude to ponder
blown by casual conversations,
tones of brown tour by a woman’s interrogation
of her significant other
hitchhiking on school children’s knapsacks
hanging jewels on lawn knick knacks,
in sunkist colors
of apricot, tangerine and yellows
zigzag and careen to a band of cellos,
whisked midair by footballs
watching people catch and then...
816 reads
12 Comments
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