Submissions by FriarAbbot
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2022 2:14pm
26th Sep 2022 2:14pm
Burning Candle
Breaking bread with the darkness
tasting your breath's bouquet
of my caffeine addiction
embracing our sins
in the silence of my mind's space
listening to your shadow
dripping footsteps in the hall
of the goods times had
now a burning candle
without a light
tasting your breath's bouquet
of my caffeine addiction
embracing our sins
in the silence of my mind's space
listening to your shadow
dripping footsteps in the hall
of the goods times had
now a burning candle
without a light
#love
#dreams
229 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2022 5:16pm
23rd Sep 2022 5:16pm
Deeper Than Silence
#dark
#erotic
312 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Sep 2022 7:37pm
21st Sep 2022 7:37pm
Famishing For
As my phallic drips of twilight
from my mind's gothic maze
carving a path to eternity
beneath the cold moon's corset
with a naked kiss of stem roses
in a broken glass of dark crimson
of our hunger for social justice...
famishing for hybrids and hermaphrodites
wearing chinchilla
from my mind's gothic maze
carving a path to eternity
beneath the cold moon's corset
with a naked kiss of stem roses
in a broken glass of dark crimson
of our hunger for social justice...
famishing for hybrids and hermaphrodites
wearing chinchilla
#dark
#erotic
348 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2022 1:45pm
21st Sep 2022 1:45pm
Can't Have cake
You can't have your cake
then tinker in the dark
taking me for granted
using antiseptic
o' paints of different colors
to cover up your sins
and Band-Aid to lie
playing with Long Tall Sally
in the widdershins of twilight...
I ain't your average Cheeto
then tinker in the dark
taking me for granted
using antiseptic
o' paints of different colors
to cover up your sins
and Band-Aid to lie
playing with Long Tall Sally
in the widdershins of twilight...
I ain't your average Cheeto
#lies
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Sep 2022 1:57am
21st Sep 2022 1:57am
Dressed In Gucci
On the dark side dressed in Gucci
in my poetic solitude listening,
listening to Coltrane play the sax
From my Winnebago on US 65
heading south to Nashville
to become a Star, like Brubeck
Pouring cream over my mind's
window, of sleepless caffeine
touching my cock's tuning fork
As I masturbate with laughter
suffering the pain of death
dragging my dreams
in my poetic solitude listening,
listening to Coltrane play the sax
From my Winnebago on US 65
heading south to Nashville
to become a Star, like Brubeck
Pouring cream over my mind's
window, of sleepless caffeine
touching my cock's tuning fork
As I masturbate with laughter
suffering the pain of death
dragging my dreams
#dark
#erotic
248 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Sep 2022 6:36pm
20th Sep 2022 6:36pm
Truth As I See It
Foolish people and Cheetos
driven by an Evinrude
making waves in my grave
and can't even spell Mississippi
It ain't nice to BS
a poet with common sense
so get off my freaking stone
and find a new place to shit
No one gives a damn
about your old Harley
or faded-out tattoos
and old Ollie gold tooth
Porn ain't art
and your goiter is the pits
Homer Simpson isn't God
and a single wide, not a park
Learn to spell Mississippi
and...
driven by an Evinrude
making waves in my grave
and can't even spell Mississippi
It ain't nice to BS
a poet with common sense
so get off my freaking stone
and find a new place to shit
No one gives a damn
about your old Harley
or faded-out tattoos
and old Ollie gold tooth
Porn ain't art
and your goiter is the pits
Homer Simpson isn't God
and a single wide, not a park
Learn to spell Mississippi
and...
#philosophical
387 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Sep 2022 2:39pm
20th Sep 2022 2:39pm
Last Hayride
With the taste of death
in my bedroom
as the doorknob turned
and I gluten-free
screaming, last hayride
among laughing pumpkins
laying me down to creep
in nightmare
skinned to bone
picked clean of flesh
drowning in roux
With the taste of death
in my bedroom
as the doorknob turned
and I gluten-free
screaming, last hayride
among laughing pumpkins
laying me down to creep
in nightmare
skinned to bone
picked clean of flesh
drowning in roux
With the taste of death
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Sep 2022 4:44pm
19th Sep 2022 4:44pm
News At 10
In a world of mannequins, stoned,
voices screaming a cold midnight
with no emotions howling,
news at 10
Like a chameleon death blends in
with mortals occupied with sins
of porn and fictional characters
When the truth is before their eyes,
to a vacant light through a keyhole,
that their soul lays dying
Like watered-down gelatin
dripping from their catheter,
death takes the cake,
news at 10
In a world of mannequins, stoned
voices screaming a cold midnight
with no emotions howling,
news at 10
Like a chameleon death blends in
with mortals occupied with sins
of porn and fictional characters
When the truth is before their eyes,
to a vacant light through a keyhole,
that their soul lays dying
Like watered-down gelatin
dripping from their catheter,
death takes the cake,
news at 10
In a world of mannequins, stoned
#dark
208 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Sep 2022 3:19am
19th Sep 2022 3:19am
Growing Louder
In dark, I dream
sucked into my fears
deep within my soul
hotwired to my pulse
growing louder
listening
as the clock screams
the sum of all fears
screeching mutiny
by bumping time
strangling the coo-coo
freeing the feathers
from the nest
of scarlet embryos
hotwired to my pulse
sucked into my fears
growing louder
sucked into my fears
deep within my soul
hotwired to my pulse
growing louder
listening
as the clock screams
the sum of all fears
screeching mutiny
by bumping time
strangling the coo-coo
freeing the feathers
from the nest
of scarlet embryos
hotwired to my pulse
sucked into my fears
growing louder
#dark
207 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2022 8:12pm
18th Sep 2022 8:12pm
Holding On
In the best of autumn twilight
the silence of falling leaves
freedom to be a gentle homily
and a time for gathering
harvesting a new beginning
with nature's horizons
surrendering to the past
listening to the quiet
with a breath of hope
nurturing life's
egg in a bowl
holding on to the yoke
the silence of falling leaves
freedom to be a gentle homily
and a time for gathering
harvesting a new beginning
with nature's horizons
surrendering to the past
listening to the quiet
with a breath of hope
nurturing life's
egg in a bowl
holding on to the yoke
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
261 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2022 1:02am
18th Sep 2022 1:02am
It Ain't Nice, Mama
Coming from within the grave
I heard the screaming,
scratching like cats
It ain't nice, mama,
to send me to bed
without supper
Painting a gloomy picture,
rising to the occasion,
that you think being dead sucks
But that is the price you pay,
for taking away my porn
and my smartphone
No more homework or geometry,
or listening to you gripe,
because I ate dad's Cheetos
As I filled the jacuzzi
with sharp teeth piranha,
so you could go skinny dipping
It...
I heard the screaming,
scratching like cats
It ain't nice, mama,
to send me to bed
without supper
Painting a gloomy picture,
rising to the occasion,
that you think being dead sucks
But that is the price you pay,
for taking away my porn
and my smartphone
No more homework or geometry,
or listening to you gripe,
because I ate dad's Cheetos
As I filled the jacuzzi
with sharp teeth piranha,
so you could go skinny dipping
It...
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Sep 2022 3:19pm
17th Sep 2022 3:19pm
Rock of Ages
Holding back the tears
of the posthole diggers
dripping on the oak
with a taste of formaldehyde
for my sweet tooth
it's just as well
could have been pine
chopping with the axe
lowering the box
a place for me to sleep
where bugs are running
singing, "Rock of Ages"
with lips Botox
squirming with worms
listening for saints to come in
anointing my chin
with wages on sin
with a taste of formaldehyde
for my sweet tooth
of the posthole diggers
dripping on the oak
with a taste of formaldehyde
for my sweet tooth
it's just as well
could have been pine
chopping with the axe
lowering the box
a place for me to sleep
where bugs are running
singing, "Rock of Ages"
with lips Botox
squirming with worms
listening for saints to come in
anointing my chin
with wages on sin
with a taste of formaldehyde
for my sweet tooth
#dark
#funny
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