Submissions by FATBOY300PLUS
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i've been writing since the ninth grade. Started out doing love and pain stuff. Switched to more inspirational and instructive words as i've gotten closer to 50. lots of my work is self therapeutic. Hope to help someone else.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2016 3:44pm
11th Apr 2016 3:44pm
Under My Skin
I can't walk away from your mind blowing kiss
It tastes like whipped Honey and cream
I almost can't breathe when I look in your eyes
They promise the stuff of my dreams
I can't imagine refusing your touch
I would sooner part with a limb
Yet even that alternative
Is not one available to me
(I will not walk away from you
Even such a thought is beyond consideration)
But no part of me,
Once it's been touched by you
Is a thing that I can live without
Not finger, nor toe
Neither arm, nor leg
You've...
It tastes like whipped Honey and cream
I almost can't breathe when I look in your eyes
They promise the stuff of my dreams
I can't imagine refusing your touch
I would sooner part with a limb
Yet even that alternative
Is not one available to me
(I will not walk away from you
Even such a thought is beyond consideration)
But no part of me,
Once it's been touched by you
Is a thing that I can live without
Not finger, nor toe
Neither arm, nor leg
You've...
936 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2016 7:57pm
7th Apr 2016 7:57pm
Soul Kissed
You kissed me
And after we kissed, Your eyes met mine
You kissed me again, And time was no more
Yes, I remember. Man, oh man, I remember
You kissed me and you looked at me
and I saw
what it means to be loved
And after we kissed, Your eyes met mine
You kissed me again, And time was no more
Yes, I remember. Man, oh man, I remember
You kissed me and you looked at me
and I saw
what it means to be loved
761 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Apr 2016 00:32am
7th Apr 2016 00:32am
Birth Of a Hunter (part 2)
I remember another hunt when I may have been seven or eight, down by Uncle Joe's Pond. This time, I had a gun of my own. It was a Daisy spring operated BB rifle. Barely strong enough to take down a sparrow, but it was mine and Grandpa said I could bring it.
You couldn't tell me I wasn't Daniel Boone's second coming.
I know for certain we didn't kill anything this trip. But I had fun. I always did when I went places with Grandpa Lewis.
I remember we found a tree with a hollow space and opening about two feet tall at its base. I cocked my little Daisy and fired right up...
You couldn't tell me I wasn't Daniel Boone's second coming.
I know for certain we didn't kill anything this trip. But I had fun. I always did when I went places with Grandpa Lewis.
I remember we found a tree with a hollow space and opening about two feet tall at its base. I cocked my little Daisy and fired right up...
717 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Apr 2016 11:11pm
6th Apr 2016 11:11pm
Birth Of a Hunter
The earliest memories I can lock onto of hunting with Grandpa Lewis involve traipsing through wet leaves under big ole mossy oak trees in the early evening after a light fall rain. We were in Halcyondale. That's in Southwest Screven County, a few miles north of Oliver and just south of Grandma Mary's place on Louis Newton just off GA. 17. I may have been four, could have been five.
I had been at him to take me in the woods all day long. He finally gave in. I remember going on and on about how I was gonna kill a squirrel by knocking him out of the tree with a stick that I'd picked up...
I had been at him to take me in the woods all day long. He finally gave in. I remember going on and on about how I was gonna kill a squirrel by knocking him out of the tree with a stick that I'd picked up...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2016 4:41pm
5th Apr 2016 4:41pm
Country Boy Dreams
I love
Wide open places with no crammed too tight places
And
Blackwater cypress ponds full of fish
that's my wish
Endless mornings of heavy fog
standing at the water's edge
listening to...
squirrels in the leaves
bass chasing, sometimes catching, the redbreast beneath lily pads
and the leopard frogs who hide upon them
hearing pike slaughter bluegill and warmouth
while the heron near the shore spears the unwary who swim just a bit too close by
Sun's still down so I can't see him yet,
but I hear a big ole woodpecker...
Wide open places with no crammed too tight places
And
Blackwater cypress ponds full of fish
that's my wish
Endless mornings of heavy fog
standing at the water's edge
listening to...
squirrels in the leaves
bass chasing, sometimes catching, the redbreast beneath lily pads
and the leopard frogs who hide upon them
hearing pike slaughter bluegill and warmouth
while the heron near the shore spears the unwary who swim just a bit too close by
Sun's still down so I can't see him yet,
but I hear a big ole woodpecker...
720 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2016 9:20pm
4th Apr 2016 9:20pm
Sampson's Hair
The power of the Southern man comes from his connection to the land where he lives and plays
And the strength of his family bonds.
And, believe you me,
the land where he lives and plays is as much a part of him as his brother is a member of his family.
He sleeps there, eats there; works, hunts, and plays there.
From the land he draws his power.
If you doubt me, look at the way a Southern man who is worn out and wore down on Friday looks like Superman himself after a couple days of on the river or in the woods.
To this land he gives himself. ...
And the strength of his family bonds.
And, believe you me,
the land where he lives and plays is as much a part of him as his brother is a member of his family.
He sleeps there, eats there; works, hunts, and plays there.
From the land he draws his power.
If you doubt me, look at the way a Southern man who is worn out and wore down on Friday looks like Superman himself after a couple days of on the river or in the woods.
To this land he gives himself. ...
741 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2016 1:36am
4th Apr 2016 1:36am
A Tall Drink of Water
Like a tall lemonade on a hot summer day
This girl takes my thirst and makes it go away
Like a tall, leafy oak that provides plenty shade
Whenever I'm close to her,
I've got it made
Her breath is the cool breeze that dries up my sweat
Her kisses, the sweet tea that keeps my throat wet
I drink her in slowly,
with my thirsty eyes
To view her full beauty
takes me quite a while
My gaze climbs her long legs
upwards from her feet
'Cross her calves, past her knees, over thighs with curves sweet
My eyes feast 'pon...
This girl takes my thirst and makes it go away
Like a tall, leafy oak that provides plenty shade
Whenever I'm close to her,
I've got it made
Her breath is the cool breeze that dries up my sweat
Her kisses, the sweet tea that keeps my throat wet
I drink her in slowly,
with my thirsty eyes
To view her full beauty
takes me quite a while
My gaze climbs her long legs
upwards from her feet
'Cross her calves, past her knees, over thighs with curves sweet
My eyes feast 'pon...
922 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2016 5:41pm
1st Apr 2016 5:41pm
How Do You Love A Wounded Man?
How do you...?
When he is afraid of his own feelings
It is hard.
When he thinks he is not worth your effort
He gives up.
If he thinks he has found a perfectly wonderful woman who could have any man she wants,
He is happy to have her,
But not sure why has does
When he feels unneeded,
regardless of what his woman says to the contrary,
He is depressed
If he's not certain of something,
his desires, your intentions, your commitment,
or his ability to add to or fill your life;
Then he falters, he fears, and
he moves...
When he is afraid of his own feelings
It is hard.
When he thinks he is not worth your effort
He gives up.
If he thinks he has found a perfectly wonderful woman who could have any man she wants,
He is happy to have her,
But not sure why has does
When he feels unneeded,
regardless of what his woman says to the contrary,
He is depressed
If he's not certain of something,
his desires, your intentions, your commitment,
or his ability to add to or fill your life;
Then he falters, he fears, and
he moves...
881 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2016 11:33pm
31st Mar 2016 11:33pm
Lowered Lashes (Deference)
When she looks at me
and then lowers her eyes,
It is not from fear but a matter of pride
She nods in approval as she looks me over
Her smile says I'm worthy
and good enough to know her,
to stand strong before her
or walk tall beside her;
Plus smart enough to follow,
and if needed,
guide her.
I'm pleased by her choosing
I'm honored to have her
I count myself blessed every time I look at her
Her eyes are lovely
Quite warm and inviting
Her touch is smooth,
sticky, sweet, and enticing
Her skin...
and then lowers her eyes,
It is not from fear but a matter of pride
She nods in approval as she looks me over
Her smile says I'm worthy
and good enough to know her,
to stand strong before her
or walk tall beside her;
Plus smart enough to follow,
and if needed,
guide her.
I'm pleased by her choosing
I'm honored to have her
I count myself blessed every time I look at her
Her eyes are lovely
Quite warm and inviting
Her touch is smooth,
sticky, sweet, and enticing
Her skin...
686 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 7:42pm
30th Mar 2016 7:42pm
Love At First Sight
I ain't care what my cousin was sayin
Was headin up the aisle and out the door
But she spoke and my feet locked stride
With my ears, I heard her voice,
But something in my belly stirred at the sound of her words
I turned to see her
Wild horses could not have pulled me away
Caught so far off guard, I nearly sat my ass down on the floor
She was a beautiful woman
A lovely, triple- fudge brownie colored assemblage of female magnificence
Wearing a red-splashed tangerine and yellow sundress that perfectly accented the darkness she wore so damn well...
Was headin up the aisle and out the door
But she spoke and my feet locked stride
With my ears, I heard her voice,
But something in my belly stirred at the sound of her words
I turned to see her
Wild horses could not have pulled me away
Caught so far off guard, I nearly sat my ass down on the floor
She was a beautiful woman
A lovely, triple- fudge brownie colored assemblage of female magnificence
Wearing a red-splashed tangerine and yellow sundress that perfectly accented the darkness she wore so damn well...
755 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2016 4:24am
27th Mar 2016 4:24am
Lazarus
Could Donald Trump
Be America's Jesus?
Could he cure the lethargy
That does beseige us?
Can he cure the doldrums
Caused by past elections?
His style is to polarize
He highlights imperfections
He'll be stirring the pot
All the way to election
Talking women and walls
Making hints at erections
His claim is Republican
Scares the shit out his party
He's brash, loud, and harsh
And who likes his style? Me
He keeps folks hoppin
What next? Is the suspense
He won't let you snore
Or just sit...
Be America's Jesus?
Could he cure the lethargy
That does beseige us?
Can he cure the doldrums
Caused by past elections?
His style is to polarize
He highlights imperfections
He'll be stirring the pot
All the way to election
Talking women and walls
Making hints at erections
His claim is Republican
Scares the shit out his party
He's brash, loud, and harsh
And who likes his style? Me
He keeps folks hoppin
What next? Is the suspense
He won't let you snore
Or just sit...
815 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2016 9:55pm
26th Mar 2016 9:55pm
Heritage, Not Hate
What if it is
Heritage,
Not hate?
What if the man who claims to honor his ancestors by flying their colors
Is actually doing just that?
How can you be sure that the blue X, white stars, and red background really symbolize hatred for all things not white?
I know that Georgia officially brought back the Rebel flag in direct response to federal orders to desegregate.
But I also know that Kennedy didn't get fully involved in Jim Crow affairs until some white people were killed.
I've seen Dylan Roof and David Duke and Bull Connor wave the same banner as...
Heritage,
Not hate?
What if the man who claims to honor his ancestors by flying their colors
Is actually doing just that?
How can you be sure that the blue X, white stars, and red background really symbolize hatred for all things not white?
I know that Georgia officially brought back the Rebel flag in direct response to federal orders to desegregate.
But I also know that Kennedy didn't get fully involved in Jim Crow affairs until some white people were killed.
I've seen Dylan Roof and David Duke and Bull Connor wave the same banner as...
663 reads
2 Comments
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