Submissions by Firebyrd
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My spoken word name is Phoenix Firebyrd I am a Poet, writer, singer, dancer, and theatrical presenter. I enjoy writing erotica, introspective pieces, community activism pieces, and not quite a love poem pieces.
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 9:58pm
31st Jul 2012 9:58pm
The Rain.....Again
Here comes the rain again falling on my head like a memory...
Falling on my head like a new emotion" ( Annie Lennox)
Last night....it rained.
As I watched the opalescence of each
drop cascade down my window pane,I sought
refuge inside my thoughts....and found
no peace there.
Only a string of discombobulated thoughts,
feelings, and emotions...and something else
I could not identify.
As I leaned my head against the cool of my window
I watched the rain wash away the ring left by my cup
on the porch....then I knew,
I...
Falling on my head like a new emotion" ( Annie Lennox)
Last night....it rained.
As I watched the opalescence of each
drop cascade down my window pane,I sought
refuge inside my thoughts....and found
no peace there.
Only a string of discombobulated thoughts,
feelings, and emotions...and something else
I could not identify.
As I leaned my head against the cool of my window
I watched the rain wash away the ring left by my cup
on the porch....then I knew,
I...
1124 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jul 2012 11:23pm
27th Jul 2012 11:23pm
The Fall ........ The Rise
I remember when
I slipped from the lap of grace,
and landed on the ground.
Knees bloodied from the fall,
all I could do was crawl
from sacrifice to sacrifice,as the fine lines
of life pierced my being like a scalpel to tender flesh.
I remember when,the hounds of perdition
smelled my wounded soul,and came for me.
Snarling to lay waste to my tethered remains,
How then, could it be that as I watched them approach
with fear and loathing that they would only
lower their heads,and lay at my feet.
licking...
I slipped from the lap of grace,
and landed on the ground.
Knees bloodied from the fall,
all I could do was crawl
from sacrifice to sacrifice,as the fine lines
of life pierced my being like a scalpel to tender flesh.
I remember when,the hounds of perdition
smelled my wounded soul,and came for me.
Snarling to lay waste to my tethered remains,
How then, could it be that as I watched them approach
with fear and loathing that they would only
lower their heads,and lay at my feet.
licking...
864 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2012 10:18pm
27th Jul 2012 10:18pm
The Ties That Bind
Through closed eyes,
and open third eyes
I can see the ties that bind.
I see the ties that bind your soul to mine.
In the infinite space
that creates are destines and fates
I sense the life force that ebbs flows and
Matriculates into the fine fabric of our being
enabling me to feel where the lay lines are
Inside us...it guides what I am seeing
Like vapors on the winds of eternity I feel
The presence of a most excellent essence
churning deep inside of me
Igniting my solar plexus,and
Cleansing my nexus as my Chakras align...
and open third eyes
I can see the ties that bind.
I see the ties that bind your soul to mine.
In the infinite space
that creates are destines and fates
I sense the life force that ebbs flows and
Matriculates into the fine fabric of our being
enabling me to feel where the lay lines are
Inside us...it guides what I am seeing
Like vapors on the winds of eternity I feel
The presence of a most excellent essence
churning deep inside of me
Igniting my solar plexus,and
Cleansing my nexus as my Chakras align...
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4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jul 2012 10:51pm
26th Jul 2012 10:51pm
Anticipation
Sleep...
Eludes me.
as my thoughts and dreams
converge into one living movie
Could time possibly move any slower?
As I fight the urge to let my hands go lower.
Imagining his hands covering my delicate spots
as my thoughts and body get hot...then I smile
and realize.... I better not.
Cause I may spontaneously explode,as I feel my
pulse through my lymph nodes
Body....aching
so its small sips of air that I'm taking
as my mind takes me on a rampant ride of all
that is ...to cum
as I imagine feeling the heat from his...
Eludes me.
as my thoughts and dreams
converge into one living movie
Could time possibly move any slower?
As I fight the urge to let my hands go lower.
Imagining his hands covering my delicate spots
as my thoughts and body get hot...then I smile
and realize.... I better not.
Cause I may spontaneously explode,as I feel my
pulse through my lymph nodes
Body....aching
so its small sips of air that I'm taking
as my mind takes me on a rampant ride of all
that is ...to cum
as I imagine feeling the heat from his...
1496 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2012 10:23pm
26th Jul 2012 10:23pm
Trouble Wont Last Always
I wrote this piece for my sister Yoruba.
Troubles don't last always.
there will be Joy in the morning.
Sometimes...
The night...feels like
it wants to wrap itself around your core
and siphon all that remains within...
Fevered dreams...
revealing things
as your soul ignites
from the burden of others sins.
I know your shoulders are strong enough
but allow me to share the weight
in fact, let me get a fork too
So I can share what's stacking up on
your spiritual plate.
Sometimes...
Nothing makes sense
as I see...
Troubles don't last always.
there will be Joy in the morning.
Sometimes...
The night...feels like
it wants to wrap itself around your core
and siphon all that remains within...
Fevered dreams...
revealing things
as your soul ignites
from the burden of others sins.
I know your shoulders are strong enough
but allow me to share the weight
in fact, let me get a fork too
So I can share what's stacking up on
your spiritual plate.
Sometimes...
Nothing makes sense
as I see...
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3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 9:35pm
24th Jul 2012 9:35pm
A Man Now
Two weeks ago,my son went to California to be apart of a program
called Brave New Voices...which is organized by Russell Simmons
and his show Def Poetry Jamz ....it was the experience of a lifetime for Gabe,
and this observation is what I saw in him when he came back.
A Man Now
Eyes...bright
intellect set on supernova.
as the recent journey taken
comes spilling over
3rd eye.. has been kissed as the
wisdom from the elders comes
shining out of your iris
and I once wondered if he could handle this
now...it seems that I am the...
called Brave New Voices...which is organized by Russell Simmons
and his show Def Poetry Jamz ....it was the experience of a lifetime for Gabe,
and this observation is what I saw in him when he came back.
A Man Now
Eyes...bright
intellect set on supernova.
as the recent journey taken
comes spilling over
3rd eye.. has been kissed as the
wisdom from the elders comes
shining out of your iris
and I once wondered if he could handle this
now...it seems that I am the...
751 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 11:11pm
23rd Jul 2012 11:11pm
What Dreams May Come
Over time...
I've learned to read between the lines
and see hidden things
Inside dreams... or others personalities
Over time....I've learned to stop sugar coating
my hopes and desires...and placing my trust in the deceitful
hands of thieves and liars
Over time...
I have wandered the wastelands of the broken-
hearted sifting through memory after tainted memory... reconstructing my heart...
that it may be fit to receive
and give Love again...
Now, I am here...in awe over my emotions as powerful waves
of Hope and Desire wash over...
I've learned to read between the lines
and see hidden things
Inside dreams... or others personalities
Over time....I've learned to stop sugar coating
my hopes and desires...and placing my trust in the deceitful
hands of thieves and liars
Over time...
I have wandered the wastelands of the broken-
hearted sifting through memory after tainted memory... reconstructing my heart...
that it may be fit to receive
and give Love again...
Now, I am here...in awe over my emotions as powerful waves
of Hope and Desire wash over...
1331 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 3:12am
21st Jul 2012 3:12am
About Me
You seem to know
my internal flow
how I feel ...my mood
You know the sensual prowess I exude
How do you...know
when my soul is on fire...as I aspire
to calm this flame
You stoke them even higher
How do you know these things ....
Its Haunting me...as you've made lava
out of my inseams
I am pouring out of my skin in molten streams
as I reconvene
In a steaming heap upon your chest
as I am now careening into your arms
I feel so blessed.
How do you know...how to make me smile
without even being in the room
I am so submerged...
my internal flow
how I feel ...my mood
You know the sensual prowess I exude
How do you...know
when my soul is on fire...as I aspire
to calm this flame
You stoke them even higher
How do you know these things ....
Its Haunting me...as you've made lava
out of my inseams
I am pouring out of my skin in molten streams
as I reconvene
In a steaming heap upon your chest
as I am now careening into your arms
I feel so blessed.
How do you know...how to make me smile
without even being in the room
I am so submerged...
916 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 00:39am
21st Jul 2012 00:39am
Enter In... (I Recieve You)
I
Open the gates of my soul to you.....
Enter In
into the delicate folds of me...
I deny you nothing.
as I feel your essence encase my frame,
breath shallow,nipples erect,thighs....aflame.
My flesh cries out to be claimed .....by you.
I....am not afraid
Enter into my sacred ground...
I receive you ....with my eyes as I take in your Titan-like frame
Massive and powerful seeking my inner secrets
I receive you with my lips, that drip warm sweet honey to be savored upon your tongue...
no battle need ensue....
I have already...surrendered to...
Open the gates of my soul to you.....
Enter In
into the delicate folds of me...
I deny you nothing.
as I feel your essence encase my frame,
breath shallow,nipples erect,thighs....aflame.
My flesh cries out to be claimed .....by you.
I....am not afraid
Enter into my sacred ground...
I receive you ....with my eyes as I take in your Titan-like frame
Massive and powerful seeking my inner secrets
I receive you with my lips, that drip warm sweet honey to be savored upon your tongue...
no battle need ensue....
I have already...surrendered to...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 00:17am
20th Jul 2012 00:17am
How Great....
How Great....
Does a passion have to be
to reach across time and space,leaving
heated imprints of lips on my face
How Great....
Is the link
that tunes me in to him,and lets
him know how I feel and think
As I live and breathe...a passion like this
I could never have conceived....
Moving me like waves in the sea
I am engulfed ...completely
In Desires amber glow
as I move along discreetly ...
I hear his voice echo...
As thoughts of him make my soul,and body quake
A passion such as this....
who knew....How Great.
As the...
Does a passion have to be
to reach across time and space,leaving
heated imprints of lips on my face
How Great....
Is the link
that tunes me in to him,and lets
him know how I feel and think
As I live and breathe...a passion like this
I could never have conceived....
Moving me like waves in the sea
I am engulfed ...completely
In Desires amber glow
as I move along discreetly ...
I hear his voice echo...
As thoughts of him make my soul,and body quake
A passion such as this....
who knew....How Great.
As the...
1249 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jul 2012 4:11am
19th Jul 2012 4:11am
Intrigue Into Passion.......(a strawberry letter by Firebyrd and MusicallyMrM) revised
1970 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 10:02pm
18th Jul 2012 10:02pm
Passionate Contemplations
You...speak to me from a place that is primal and ancient,
as the vibration of you echoes within this place.
Awakening the Siren in me...who lives and breathes to quench
your sensual thirst.
You...with your words of promised passion ignite in me a flame
likened after St.Elmo's Fire....never to be extinguished.
Always set to burn brightly as I have dreams of you stoking
the flames of me ....nightly
My soul...
now simmers in this cauldron of passion, a balmy 98 degrees as I envision you biting...
and me scratching ...
my nails down that...
as the vibration of you echoes within this place.
Awakening the Siren in me...who lives and breathes to quench
your sensual thirst.
You...with your words of promised passion ignite in me a flame
likened after St.Elmo's Fire....never to be extinguished.
Always set to burn brightly as I have dreams of you stoking
the flames of me ....nightly
My soul...
now simmers in this cauldron of passion, a balmy 98 degrees as I envision you biting...
and me scratching ...
my nails down that...
1462 reads
16 Comments
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