Submissions by DirtyMartini
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2014 10:21pm
1st Nov 2014 10:21pm
I Offered You My Heart And Soul
I wish it could be different,
I wish there was another way,
If only for the sake of your children,
I would have liked to stay.
I came into your life a few years back,
When you were looking for a man,
I’ve tried to help anyway I could,
But I’ve done all that I can.
Your kids took to me from the start,
And they always called me ‘Dad.’
You even told me more than once,
That I was the best they ever had.
But you just used me from the start,
And there were signs along the way,
Cheating and lies, barely disguised, ...
I wish there was another way,
If only for the sake of your children,
I would have liked to stay.
I came into your life a few years back,
When you were looking for a man,
I’ve tried to help anyway I could,
But I’ve done all that I can.
Your kids took to me from the start,
And they always called me ‘Dad.’
You even told me more than once,
That I was the best they ever had.
But you just used me from the start,
And there were signs along the way,
Cheating and lies, barely disguised, ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2014 10:19pm
1st Nov 2014 10:19pm
All Hallow's Eve
It’s All Hallow’s Eve and there’s little sound,
Except for a few goblins dancing around,
An old witch creates another evil spell,
Summoning demons from down in Hell.
The old hag stirs her boiling stew,
Adds eye of a newt, and another shrew,
The cauldron bubbles over the roaring fire,
The smoke rising up, higher and higher.
A black cat watches and suddenly screams,
It’s enough to haunt anyone’s dreams,
The old woman smiles an evil grin,
Her wart covered face personifies sin.
Looking around the spooky room,
Perched in the...
Except for a few goblins dancing around,
An old witch creates another evil spell,
Summoning demons from down in Hell.
The old hag stirs her boiling stew,
Adds eye of a newt, and another shrew,
The cauldron bubbles over the roaring fire,
The smoke rising up, higher and higher.
A black cat watches and suddenly screams,
It’s enough to haunt anyone’s dreams,
The old woman smiles an evil grin,
Her wart covered face personifies sin.
Looking around the spooky room,
Perched in the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2014 1:52am
13th Jan 2014 1:52am
Colorado Calling
Moved to Colorado the other day,
Told the wife I needed to get away.
I guess she didn't think that I'd be gone long,
Since all I packed was underwear and a bong.
The decision to move was easy to make,
In fact, it was a piece of cake.
Ten long years with that naggin' bitch,
I definitely knew it was time for a switch.
One day I just realized that I had enough,
So I grabbed a bag, and packed my stuff,
Didn't even bother to say 'Goodbye,'
All I could think about was getting high.
I knew I belonged here, it was in my blood,
To...
Told the wife I needed to get away.
I guess she didn't think that I'd be gone long,
Since all I packed was underwear and a bong.
The decision to move was easy to make,
In fact, it was a piece of cake.
Ten long years with that naggin' bitch,
I definitely knew it was time for a switch.
One day I just realized that I had enough,
So I grabbed a bag, and packed my stuff,
Didn't even bother to say 'Goodbye,'
All I could think about was getting high.
I knew I belonged here, it was in my blood,
To...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2014 1:50am
13th Jan 2014 1:50am
Madiba
Note: This was written for the print anthology..."Mandela, The Man, His Life, Its Meaning, Our Words"...to be released by Inner Child Press in early 2014...
Madiba
He was the voice of those who had no voice,
The spokesman for the oppressed.
He became a true hero to the downtrodden,
Who had been denied their basic human rights.
There were those who tried to stop him,
But he proved himself a true force of nature.
Because you can arrest the man,
But you can't arrest his vision.
And while they could lock him in a cell,
They could...
Madiba
He was the voice of those who had no voice,
The spokesman for the oppressed.
He became a true hero to the downtrodden,
Who had been denied their basic human rights.
There were those who tried to stop him,
But he proved himself a true force of nature.
Because you can arrest the man,
But you can't arrest his vision.
And while they could lock him in a cell,
They could...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 9:20pm
6th Nov 2012 9:20pm
Ode To The Lap Dance
Went to the local go-go to see what’s shaking,
Found me a hottie who was really quaking,
Moving to the music, the pulsing beat,
This young beauty was light on her feet,
Back arched, legs high in the air,
As I sat with my drink, I just had to stare,
This young thing was really on fire,
So much energy, seemed she’d never tire,
She soon had the crowd eating out of her hand,
Watching her was more than I could stand,
I then called over the cocktail waitress,
A hot looking babe in a tight mini-dress,
I said to her, ‘Get the lady a drink.’
Buying...
Found me a hottie who was really quaking,
Moving to the music, the pulsing beat,
This young beauty was light on her feet,
Back arched, legs high in the air,
As I sat with my drink, I just had to stare,
This young thing was really on fire,
So much energy, seemed she’d never tire,
She soon had the crowd eating out of her hand,
Watching her was more than I could stand,
I then called over the cocktail waitress,
A hot looking babe in a tight mini-dress,
I said to her, ‘Get the lady a drink.’
Buying...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 9:15pm
6th Nov 2012 9:15pm
Under Darkness Of Night
Sounds of yelling from a row house blare,
No one hears, does anyone care?
The yelling soon turns into a fight,
But no one hears under darkness of night.
A teenage girl works the street,
Hoping to pay for something to eat,
She knows in her heart it just ain’t right,
But no one notices under darkness of night.
A young man sits on a bench all alone,
His clothes are all he can call his own,
He can’t find work and money is tight,
But no one sees under darkness of night.
So many people, so many fears,
So much sorrow, too many tears,...
No one hears, does anyone care?
The yelling soon turns into a fight,
But no one hears under darkness of night.
A teenage girl works the street,
Hoping to pay for something to eat,
She knows in her heart it just ain’t right,
But no one notices under darkness of night.
A young man sits on a bench all alone,
His clothes are all he can call his own,
He can’t find work and money is tight,
But no one sees under darkness of night.
So many people, so many fears,
So much sorrow, too many tears,...
734 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Oct 2012 1:14am
24th Oct 2012 1:14am
Dream Job
The world's foremost expert on oral sex lands the job of a lifetime...or does he? This was my first humor story, btw...
Dream Job (Everyman's Fantasy)
The California Board of Education meeting once again ran late into the night. The stale air became stifling in the August evening, as the air conditioning units had been shut down over an hour ago. Tempers started to flare, as discussions had become as hot as the California sunshine. Arguments were heard and heard again with no end in sight.
"Look," said the chairman flatly, "we have to find a solution...
Dream Job (Everyman's Fantasy)
The California Board of Education meeting once again ran late into the night. The stale air became stifling in the August evening, as the air conditioning units had been shut down over an hour ago. Tempers started to flare, as discussions had become as hot as the California sunshine. Arguments were heard and heard again with no end in sight.
"Look," said the chairman flatly, "we have to find a solution...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2012 1:08am
24th Oct 2012 1:08am
Happiness And Purpose
Is happiness something far out of reach?
Something for which we must strive.
Like some far off destination,
Where we hope someday to arrive.
Or is happiness just a commodity?
Something that can be bought,
Or is happiness something we all can learn?
Something that must be taught.
Is our happiness in short supply?
That may someday come to an end,
Or is there enough to go around?
That we can share it with a friend.
There are many things we’ll never know,
Like an envelope that’s always sealed,
And yet as we pass through life,...
Something for which we must strive.
Like some far off destination,
Where we hope someday to arrive.
Or is happiness just a commodity?
Something that can be bought,
Or is happiness something we all can learn?
Something that must be taught.
Is our happiness in short supply?
That may someday come to an end,
Or is there enough to go around?
That we can share it with a friend.
There are many things we’ll never know,
Like an envelope that’s always sealed,
And yet as we pass through life,...
881 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 2:03am
17th Oct 2012 2:03am
Relatives
At family gatherings throughout the year,
There are those who add to the holiday cheer,
Those who brighten up your day,
Every time they come your way.
Most are a pleasure to be around,
As fine as any friends I’ve found,
But, there are a few I’d like to lose,
If I could only pick and choose.
Some that are a pain in my rear end,
I’d like to delete like a Facebook friend,
Others who insist they are family,
But sure don’t look a thing like me.
Others who are annoying beyond belief,
Whose only purpose is to bring me grief,...
There are those who add to the holiday cheer,
Those who brighten up your day,
Every time they come your way.
Most are a pleasure to be around,
As fine as any friends I’ve found,
But, there are a few I’d like to lose,
If I could only pick and choose.
Some that are a pain in my rear end,
I’d like to delete like a Facebook friend,
Others who insist they are family,
But sure don’t look a thing like me.
Others who are annoying beyond belief,
Whose only purpose is to bring me grief,...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Oct 2012 1:59am
17th Oct 2012 1:59am
Getting A Raise (From the boss's wife)
Another erotic story for your reading pleasure...
Getting A Raise (From the boss's wife)
One of the positive benefits of getting a divorce after nearly twenty years of marriage was my newfound freedom. I had always wanted to move to the city but my wife was a die-hard country girl. During our marriage we compromised by living in the suburbs. Now that I was single again I had the chance to move back to the city where I could take advantage of the seemingly unlimited singles bars and endless numbers of available women. My one daughter remained with my ex, so it was no problem...
Getting A Raise (From the boss's wife)
One of the positive benefits of getting a divorce after nearly twenty years of marriage was my newfound freedom. I had always wanted to move to the city but my wife was a die-hard country girl. During our marriage we compromised by living in the suburbs. Now that I was single again I had the chance to move back to the city where I could take advantage of the seemingly unlimited singles bars and endless numbers of available women. My one daughter remained with my ex, so it was no problem...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 10:47pm
15th Oct 2012 10:47pm
Arrested By The Grammar Police
It seems that lately I can’t get no peace,
From all those so-called Grammar Police,
Who for some reason think that I should care,
The difference between there, they’re and their.
They want to analyze everything I say,
Just waiting for me to lie when I want to lay,
And I really think they just do it because,
They want to further some petty cause.
So, what I do is I mess with there head,
I write the word red when I really mean read,
And I couldn’t care less if they throe a fit,
Should I confuse the words elicit with illicit.
And it...
From all those so-called Grammar Police,
Who for some reason think that I should care,
The difference between there, they’re and their.
They want to analyze everything I say,
Just waiting for me to lie when I want to lay,
And I really think they just do it because,
They want to further some petty cause.
So, what I do is I mess with there head,
I write the word red when I really mean read,
And I couldn’t care less if they throe a fit,
Should I confuse the words elicit with illicit.
And it...
797 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 10:45pm
15th Oct 2012 10:45pm
I Had A Dream
NOTE: This was a contest entry for the World Healing, World Peace 2012 poetry contest sponsored by Inner Child Press...it made the Top 30 btw, and is included in the recently released print anthology...
I Had A Dream...
I had a dream just the other night,
That people would no longer fight,
No more wars to be lost or won,
That everyone could live as one.
I had a dream just the other day,
Of streets where kids could safely play,
And treat each other with respect,
And never come to know neglect.
Where children grow in a loving home,...
I Had A Dream...
I had a dream just the other night,
That people would no longer fight,
No more wars to be lost or won,
That everyone could live as one.
I had a dream just the other day,
Of streets where kids could safely play,
And treat each other with respect,
And never come to know neglect.
Where children grow in a loving home,...
882 reads
3 Comments
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