Submissions by Dickensian57
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 5:55am
12th Jul 2013 5:55am
And they say its unlucky.
As I walked you home ,
I teniously and with fingers
shaking took your small
hand in mine,
And my heart leapt with
warm butterflys of gentile
first love,
You turned in slow motion
your flaxen hair froze in
mid space, it seemed to
punctuate the moment,
And then my god in
heaven, you smiled
And knees buckled ,and
my speech deserted me,
I was lost in the beauty of
your radiance,
that day I was thirteen,
and the luckiest bugger
alive.
I teniously and with fingers
shaking took your small
hand in mine,
And my heart leapt with
warm butterflys of gentile
first love,
You turned in slow motion
your flaxen hair froze in
mid space, it seemed to
punctuate the moment,
And then my god in
heaven, you smiled
And knees buckled ,and
my speech deserted me,
I was lost in the beauty of
your radiance,
that day I was thirteen,
and the luckiest bugger
alive.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 1:06pm
12th Mar 2013 1:06pm
Shallot regained
(Shallot regained)Thou does't really not Know me my lady ,
I deem to pay you court ,from yonder plains ,many miles from your beautious allure.
Days of you dreaming of your brave proud prince,hast left me affected by expectation
of thee ,of me thy humble servant, and your cherished but cerebal lover in
Absentia.
You dream in colours pure o beloved lady from lands far
off, and worlds a new.
But dark and dank reality ,does!t sour my being, and holds me static and of paralysis most vile.
But you o lady of the mountains, and regions ,vast and...
I deem to pay you court ,from yonder plains ,many miles from your beautious allure.
Days of you dreaming of your brave proud prince,hast left me affected by expectation
of thee ,of me thy humble servant, and your cherished but cerebal lover in
Absentia.
You dream in colours pure o beloved lady from lands far
off, and worlds a new.
But dark and dank reality ,does!t sour my being, and holds me static and of paralysis most vile.
But you o lady of the mountains, and regions ,vast and...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 9:21pm
19th Feb 2013 9:21pm
Voyeur.
Do you glean pleasure of the horror, do they give you your daily thrill ,
is it, king or koonz the tea of your cup, do they send you shaking and a trembling.
"they all float down here"yes
If thats not of your taste of blood curdling rapture,
What of murder most vile and of serial,
does that draw your interest the shine of the blade ,as the victim is rendered ,and gushing red .
"o mother what have you done"
Do you drive on motorway or freeway ,are you hypnotised by the pile up as you pass ,
do you wish in an unintentional way and some may...
is it, king or koonz the tea of your cup, do they send you shaking and a trembling.
"they all float down here"yes
If thats not of your taste of blood curdling rapture,
What of murder most vile and of serial,
does that draw your interest the shine of the blade ,as the victim is rendered ,and gushing red .
"o mother what have you done"
Do you drive on motorway or freeway ,are you hypnotised by the pile up as you pass ,
do you wish in an unintentional way and some may...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2013 12:32pm
15th Feb 2013 12:32pm
The journey
(Thejourney)Your road as been of joy so
special in your babies ,
But also o my dear one, to be
Used ,abused and deserted left alone without
hope of redemption of lost love,
To face deaths lonely sanction,to bleed and suffer
alone ,
a life sentence ordained you ,not for your evil
Intent ,
But of your beauty of soul ,
and demeanor so maternal.
But justice will prevail o my sad
and lonely lady,
to you a panacea and an
healing of body and spirit ,
a reprieve an affirmation of good and of pure enlightenment .
Grab this my love ,you...
special in your babies ,
But also o my dear one, to be
Used ,abused and deserted left alone without
hope of redemption of lost love,
To face deaths lonely sanction,to bleed and suffer
alone ,
a life sentence ordained you ,not for your evil
Intent ,
But of your beauty of soul ,
and demeanor so maternal.
But justice will prevail o my sad
and lonely lady,
to you a panacea and an
healing of body and spirit ,
a reprieve an affirmation of good and of pure enlightenment .
Grab this my love ,you...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2013 9:29pm
8th Jan 2013 9:29pm
Who was sylvia
Who was sylvia)Was your epitaph so early written,
Perfection and sensitive of soul.
An A class girl ,in a world untuned to her inner beauty and grace of fancy.
Was it the day when daddy died?,
did you evoke le chien noir,permanent of residence.
And the bell jar did you keep your barbitone,
Scream in the minor key.
Did you convulse and quake on the e.c.t,
did they pull you back from the inevitable.
Summa cum laude,
the hallowed halls of cambridge have no fear,
And the black hound growls.
Tempest of love,
Brief...
Perfection and sensitive of soul.
An A class girl ,in a world untuned to her inner beauty and grace of fancy.
Was it the day when daddy died?,
did you evoke le chien noir,permanent of residence.
And the bell jar did you keep your barbitone,
Scream in the minor key.
Did you convulse and quake on the e.c.t,
did they pull you back from the inevitable.
Summa cum laude,
the hallowed halls of cambridge have no fear,
And the black hound growls.
Tempest of love,
Brief...
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