Submissions by FlingleBunt65
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2013 6:31pm
22nd Oct 2013 6:31pm
DAILY RANTINGS OF OUR VERA
DAILY RANTINGS OF OUR VERA
People chatting in their dozens old folks talking about their cousins
Guess who’s died and not so old? chitter chatter let the story unfold
Will there be another wedding? Maureen bought some brand new bedding
Peter had a hip replacement and next doors fire has caused displacement
A neighbour’s dog has won a prize although it comes as no surprise
They’re always doing this and that and the son he wears that funny hat
And what about the blonde girl’s baby who’s the father? Stephen maybe
All the parties and her...
People chatting in their dozens old folks talking about their cousins
Guess who’s died and not so old? chitter chatter let the story unfold
Will there be another wedding? Maureen bought some brand new bedding
Peter had a hip replacement and next doors fire has caused displacement
A neighbour’s dog has won a prize although it comes as no surprise
They’re always doing this and that and the son he wears that funny hat
And what about the blonde girl’s baby who’s the father? Stephen maybe
All the parties and her...
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Oct 2013 7:36pm
21st Oct 2013 7:36pm
BRING ON THE MORROW
BRING ON THE MORROW!
From the edge of the bed where I sit looking out through my window, I see the trees bending ferociously as the north wind howls its evening song through every branch, pierced only by the taut telephone wires that hang high.
Leaves are blown wildly till they submit and fall onto stony ground. Rain falls rapidly and is exacerbated by the constant wind forcing it against all that is in its path.
Thousands of nature’s leaves, those tell tale pieces that change with the seasons just washed and blown into piles.
Beside me lies my woman… pale...
From the edge of the bed where I sit looking out through my window, I see the trees bending ferociously as the north wind howls its evening song through every branch, pierced only by the taut telephone wires that hang high.
Leaves are blown wildly till they submit and fall onto stony ground. Rain falls rapidly and is exacerbated by the constant wind forcing it against all that is in its path.
Thousands of nature’s leaves, those tell tale pieces that change with the seasons just washed and blown into piles.
Beside me lies my woman… pale...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2013 6:40pm
19th Oct 2013 6:40pm
THE TRAIN OF LIFE
THE TRAIN OF LIFE
We are all born little engines with a purpose in life to fulfil
The rail road lines of life are laid as we start to climb our hill
Our brand new shiny engine ready to pull the load
A lifetime pulling coaches on a long and winding road
Steaming like a trooper with a noisy whistling whine
Heading for the sea-side and rolling down the line
Coaches full of people travelling here and there
Ticket master with his bag collecting all the fare
Signals at the ready to warn if danger looms
Sometimes we never see them but that’s how...
We are all born little engines with a purpose in life to fulfil
The rail road lines of life are laid as we start to climb our hill
Our brand new shiny engine ready to pull the load
A lifetime pulling coaches on a long and winding road
Steaming like a trooper with a noisy whistling whine
Heading for the sea-side and rolling down the line
Coaches full of people travelling here and there
Ticket master with his bag collecting all the fare
Signals at the ready to warn if danger looms
Sometimes we never see them but that’s how...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 12:56pm
18th Oct 2013 12:56pm
THE THICKENING
THE THICKENING
See me run…fast and furious!
Uphill without any effort … and more so easily when excited right from the heart…
…not a single corner unvisited…no area left alone for a single minute.
I can travel for miles at speed… yes my pace can be as gentle as a new born child…
… Or move with the ferociousness of a gladiator.
Many doors there are to enter back and forth on my journey…there and back, then there again, and again.
See me raise to the surfaces which there are many…in my quest.
Endless days on the move…often only resting for...
See me run…fast and furious!
Uphill without any effort … and more so easily when excited right from the heart…
…not a single corner unvisited…no area left alone for a single minute.
I can travel for miles at speed… yes my pace can be as gentle as a new born child…
… Or move with the ferociousness of a gladiator.
Many doors there are to enter back and forth on my journey…there and back, then there again, and again.
See me raise to the surfaces which there are many…in my quest.
Endless days on the move…often only resting for...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 9:08am
18th Oct 2013 9:08am
IS THERE ANYONE THERE
IS THERE ANYONE THERE
Again, you have brought me to my knees…and at this late hour, but still I cannot see you.
Day after day you torment me mentally… yet I cannot feel you.
Even in the very womb where once I rested …you beckoned me forth to follow you into the new world outside.
No torment was ever present in that peaceful womb…my home…my sanctuary!
Not satisfied with having displaced me from my humble beginnings…you induced my very thoughts to question…to describe…to be pedantic, and to appreciate!
I ask...Is there anyone there?
Do you listen to my...
Again, you have brought me to my knees…and at this late hour, but still I cannot see you.
Day after day you torment me mentally… yet I cannot feel you.
Even in the very womb where once I rested …you beckoned me forth to follow you into the new world outside.
No torment was ever present in that peaceful womb…my home…my sanctuary!
Not satisfied with having displaced me from my humble beginnings…you induced my very thoughts to question…to describe…to be pedantic, and to appreciate!
I ask...Is there anyone there?
Do you listen to my...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Oct 2013 9:07pm
16th Oct 2013 9:07pm
THEY DID'NT EVEN LOOK
THEY DID’NT EVEN LOOK
I was sitting in a cafe having breakfast and some tea...
when a beggar in the high street took a fleeting glance at me.
Through the window he could see me looking out from where I sat...
and as he looked across he quite politely doffed his hat.
His manner and politeness really took me by surprise...
although I saw the misery that was etched upon his eyes.
Kids just ran right past him as if he wasn't there...
and adults just looked the other way as if they didn't care.
People sitting eating cake and...
I was sitting in a cafe having breakfast and some tea...
when a beggar in the high street took a fleeting glance at me.
Through the window he could see me looking out from where I sat...
and as he looked across he quite politely doffed his hat.
His manner and politeness really took me by surprise...
although I saw the misery that was etched upon his eyes.
Kids just ran right past him as if he wasn't there...
and adults just looked the other way as if they didn't care.
People sitting eating cake and...
722 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 7:29pm
15th Oct 2013 7:29pm
TWELVE HOURS LATER
TWELVE HOURS LATER
Another shift completed and my body feels depleted…but I just keep walking.
Up the hill where old folk live their gentle wave they always give…and we end up talking
This early morning cloud is chilling soon I will be home god willing…the birds are tweeting
A fox runs out in front of me I see a squirrel in a tree… sheep in the field are bleating
Both the postman and the milkman are both busy with deliveries…and they say good morning
But me I simply nod my head they know I'm heading for my bed…Co’s I'm yawning
Neighbours warming...
Another shift completed and my body feels depleted…but I just keep walking.
Up the hill where old folk live their gentle wave they always give…and we end up talking
This early morning cloud is chilling soon I will be home god willing…the birds are tweeting
A fox runs out in front of me I see a squirrel in a tree… sheep in the field are bleating
Both the postman and the milkman are both busy with deliveries…and they say good morning
But me I simply nod my head they know I'm heading for my bed…Co’s I'm yawning
Neighbours warming...
633 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 4:33pm
15th Oct 2013 4:33pm
ADOPTED
ADOPTED
Adopted as a little boy my life revolved around my toy a lovely coloured rocking horse that soothed my soul brought out my voice. Years of never feeling wanted only ever feeling haunted by the fear of many beatings and the scream of adults bleating… every day, every night… couldn't get to sleep at night…
Lots of toys and bags of sweets
My closest friends lived on my street…thankfully!
Learned to be inquisitive ask lots of questions just to live and learn to get through every day any way that I could like I should! No parental guidance given my very being was...
Adopted as a little boy my life revolved around my toy a lovely coloured rocking horse that soothed my soul brought out my voice. Years of never feeling wanted only ever feeling haunted by the fear of many beatings and the scream of adults bleating… every day, every night… couldn't get to sleep at night…
Lots of toys and bags of sweets
My closest friends lived on my street…thankfully!
Learned to be inquisitive ask lots of questions just to live and learn to get through every day any way that I could like I should! No parental guidance given my very being was...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2013 12:04pm
13th Oct 2013 12:04pm
ENGLISH WEATHER
ENGLISH WEATHER
There’s something quite amazing about the weather that we share
It’s really quite unique to us this strange unfettered air
In the morning when it’s freezing and the ponds have turned to ice
Within the hour we can have a shower and the temperature is nice
We love to feel the warming as the sky it turns to blue
But right behind this change there comes a very different hue
Amidst our preparations and our high-tech weather pro’s
Their forecasts and predictions prove that no-one really knows
It’s sunny then...
There’s something quite amazing about the weather that we share
It’s really quite unique to us this strange unfettered air
In the morning when it’s freezing and the ponds have turned to ice
Within the hour we can have a shower and the temperature is nice
We love to feel the warming as the sky it turns to blue
But right behind this change there comes a very different hue
Amidst our preparations and our high-tech weather pro’s
Their forecasts and predictions prove that no-one really knows
It’s sunny then...
648 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Oct 2013 3:08pm
12th Oct 2013 3:08pm
LESBIAN LIPSTICK
LESBIAN LIPSTICK
It was a wonderful sunny morning as we laughed at the ‘love soaked’ sheet
Feeding my face in your pussy as you had your way with my meat
The music and drink at the night club put my head in a spin over you
I wanted you more by the minute your body I had to pursue
Those fanciful short fleeting glances we gave under pink violet lights
I really adore how you dress girl especially those black fish net tights
You danced close to me with your body pressing your groin next to mine
The music was sending us...
It was a wonderful sunny morning as we laughed at the ‘love soaked’ sheet
Feeding my face in your pussy as you had your way with my meat
The music and drink at the night club put my head in a spin over you
I wanted you more by the minute your body I had to pursue
Those fanciful short fleeting glances we gave under pink violet lights
I really adore how you dress girl especially those black fish net tights
You danced close to me with your body pressing your groin next to mine
The music was sending us...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2013 10:03am
11th Oct 2013 10:03am
ALL BUT A SPECKLE
ALL BUT A SPECKLE
I see you there in all your wondrous glory, naked and for all to see.
Virtually alone and with nothing and no-one to persuade or influence me or change how you appear to me.
Accompanied only by others who, like you have similar beauty, they too have acquired their own special lustre throughout their lifetime.
The ‘chosen ones’ have enjoyed travelling their amazing journeys over and over again. Their lifetime not measured by time alone but by what they do, where they are now, where they have been…and where they are now going!
Your nakedness is not...
I see you there in all your wondrous glory, naked and for all to see.
Virtually alone and with nothing and no-one to persuade or influence me or change how you appear to me.
Accompanied only by others who, like you have similar beauty, they too have acquired their own special lustre throughout their lifetime.
The ‘chosen ones’ have enjoyed travelling their amazing journeys over and over again. Their lifetime not measured by time alone but by what they do, where they are now, where they have been…and where they are now going!
Your nakedness is not...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Oct 2013 8:54pm
9th Oct 2013 8:54pm
GARDEN OF MEMORY
GARDEN OF MEMORY
Gardens of beautiful flowers, and the smell of freshly cut grass, that’s what I recall on those days when we went walking. Your fingers intertwined with mine as we watched bees pollinating the vast array of plants.
We would stop for a while to rest on a bench next to the biggest tree in this enormous park. This is our special tree, we pledged [the one where I carved our names in a heart…true love for always] that was 2 years ago. We had our week-ends for us. Saturday morning meet in the park, in our jogging gear, and jog steadily around the park. This central...
Gardens of beautiful flowers, and the smell of freshly cut grass, that’s what I recall on those days when we went walking. Your fingers intertwined with mine as we watched bees pollinating the vast array of plants.
We would stop for a while to rest on a bench next to the biggest tree in this enormous park. This is our special tree, we pledged [the one where I carved our names in a heart…true love for always] that was 2 years ago. We had our week-ends for us. Saturday morning meet in the park, in our jogging gear, and jog steadily around the park. This central...
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