Submissions by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing poetry is the catalyst in my quest for authenticity and the conduit through which I express my deepest thoughts and emotions.
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 5:16am
21st Jan 2014 5:16am
NEED
It’s the Vesuvius of my thoughts
sudden earthquake of emotion
balloon burst of too long harboured resentment
Old Faithful of memories
tidal wave of emotion
fire cracker of wit
champagne POP! of joy
sweet orgasm of love
tea pot whistling my tune
wind chime of solitude
pealing bells of spirituality
lanced boil of pain
baby’s cry of depression
lion’s roar of angst
sneeze of imagination
rolling thunder of sadness
lightning strike of passion
like a speeding train
it can’t be stopped
I need to write poetry
on this...
sudden earthquake of emotion
balloon burst of too long harboured resentment
Old Faithful of memories
tidal wave of emotion
fire cracker of wit
champagne POP! of joy
sweet orgasm of love
tea pot whistling my tune
wind chime of solitude
pealing bells of spirituality
lanced boil of pain
baby’s cry of depression
lion’s roar of angst
sneeze of imagination
rolling thunder of sadness
lightning strike of passion
like a speeding train
it can’t be stopped
I need to write poetry
on this...
805 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2014 00:38am
17th Jan 2014 00:38am
MY REFLECTION
(My entry for Miss_sub's 4x4 competition; like my title, my assigned topic was my reflection0
Confronted by his haunting stare
like a personal “Picture of Dorian Gray”
descended from the attic
now hanging over my bathroom sink
The deep worry-line incised in his forehead
bloodshot eyes festooned by dark bags
pock scarred, pale cheeks
all illuminated, accentuated by the incandescent vanity lights
My ever present doppelganger
well practiced in the art of deception
his bipolar objective is to at times decimate my ego
or carefully lull...
Confronted by his haunting stare
like a personal “Picture of Dorian Gray”
descended from the attic
now hanging over my bathroom sink
The deep worry-line incised in his forehead
bloodshot eyes festooned by dark bags
pock scarred, pale cheeks
all illuminated, accentuated by the incandescent vanity lights
My ever present doppelganger
well practiced in the art of deception
his bipolar objective is to at times decimate my ego
or carefully lull...
798 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2014 6:46am
16th Jan 2014 6:46am
GASTRONOMIC OFFENSES
CRUNCH! CHOMP! SLURP! GULP! POP!
a horrid cacophony
gnawing on my ears
a horrid cacophony
gnawing on my ears
780 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2014 11:59pm
14th Jan 2014 11:59pm
YOU TO ACHIEVE
Say how many times
I need say you’re beautiful
before you believe?
How many mountains
to their summit must I climb
to prove my true love?
How deep must I dive
in the most profound ocean
till your heart is won?
What great feats of thought
or discernment of feeling
will satiate your mind?
How tender my touch
how electric my kisses
will feed your passion?
I need say you’re beautiful
before you believe?
How many mountains
to their summit must I climb
to prove my true love?
How deep must I dive
in the most profound ocean
till your heart is won?
What great feats of thought
or discernment of feeling
will satiate your mind?
How tender my touch
how electric my kisses
will feed your passion?
759 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 7:12am
12th Jan 2014 7:12am
THE VISITOR
i]A Repost[i]
Business is slow
Don and I sit around the sales desk
the silence only punctuated
by the muted whirring of ceiling fans
and our profound conversation on life
We hear the backdoor to the warehouse open
then slam shut
footsteps clad in dress-shoes
resonate striking the concrete floor
only the store owner, Stan, would enter through the back door
without first knocking or ringing the bell
We watch curiously the showroom doors
I rise and pretend to be busy dusting light fixtures
eyes rolling, Don grins at my...
Business is slow
Don and I sit around the sales desk
the silence only punctuated
by the muted whirring of ceiling fans
and our profound conversation on life
We hear the backdoor to the warehouse open
then slam shut
footsteps clad in dress-shoes
resonate striking the concrete floor
only the store owner, Stan, would enter through the back door
without first knocking or ringing the bell
We watch curiously the showroom doors
I rise and pretend to be busy dusting light fixtures
eyes rolling, Don grins at my...
793 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jan 2014 7:50pm
7th Jan 2014 7:50pm
SHAMEMAN
Wherever there is shame
or remorse to be felt
I’ll be there!
Whenever something
wrong has been done
point the finger here!
My back is strong
I can take the weight
I’ve a fullproof defense
pretending I don’t care
I am the conscience clearer
assuager of guilt
feeding on trouble
mainlining blame
self appointed
24/7 whipping boy
I’M SHAMEMAN!!
or remorse to be felt
I’ll be there!
Whenever something
wrong has been done
point the finger here!
My back is strong
I can take the weight
I’ve a fullproof defense
pretending I don’t care
I am the conscience clearer
assuager of guilt
feeding on trouble
mainlining blame
self appointed
24/7 whipping boy
I’M SHAMEMAN!!
841 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 6:38am
4th Jan 2014 6:38am
THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER
Outside a storm rages
hurricane winds
blow relentlessly
trying, in vain, to topple
the phallic sentinel
giant waves
lick the painted walls
coating its length
in salty foam
Inside the tower
the keeper,
with surprising agility
for his age,
clambers up
the tall spiral staircase
to inspect the light
which he finds
to be in working order
the Fresnel refracted
beam, like gleaming swords,
penetrate deep
into the blackness
Now descending,
from out in...
hurricane winds
blow relentlessly
trying, in vain, to topple
the phallic sentinel
giant waves
lick the painted walls
coating its length
in salty foam
Inside the tower
the keeper,
with surprising agility
for his age,
clambers up
the tall spiral staircase
to inspect the light
which he finds
to be in working order
the Fresnel refracted
beam, like gleaming swords,
penetrate deep
into the blackness
Now descending,
from out in...
1408 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2013 4:49am
28th Dec 2013 4:49am
TO BE A MUSE
The falling raindrop
knows not the purpose
of its plummet to earth
the lives that it saves
its role in new growth
by the force and order
of nature it is guided
Likewise the muse
knows not why
she is chosen
the artist to inspire
reasons much deeper
than beauty
or sensual appeal
a mystic connection
generated in the cosmos
is the source
of her election
knows not the purpose
of its plummet to earth
the lives that it saves
its role in new growth
by the force and order
of nature it is guided
Likewise the muse
knows not why
she is chosen
the artist to inspire
reasons much deeper
than beauty
or sensual appeal
a mystic connection
generated in the cosmos
is the source
of her election
1028 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2013 8:15am
23rd Dec 2013 8:15am
NOSE TO NOSE
On a cold Winter’s eve
collapsing into my
outstretched arms
loving smiles greet
anxious eyes meet
cold tip pressing
against cold tip
like two sticks
together rubbed
create the friction
that starts a blazing fire
igniting sensuous desire
before our lips
seal our passion
our noses collide
in a loving Eskimo kiss
collapsing into my
outstretched arms
loving smiles greet
anxious eyes meet
cold tip pressing
against cold tip
like two sticks
together rubbed
create the friction
that starts a blazing fire
igniting sensuous desire
before our lips
seal our passion
our noses collide
in a loving Eskimo kiss
1162 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 7:49pm
22nd Dec 2013 7:49pm
YOUR GIFTS
I can feel your warm smile
like the rays of the sun
shining on my face
warming every chamber
of my heart
I bring to you
my fears, shame and guilt
you listen
then lovingly
impart wise counsel
I am stronger
more self-assured
because you
took the time to listen
I am accepted
and relieved
safe in the bosom
of your compassion
listening to our hearts
beat in harmony
keeping time
with the rhythm
of our words
our lives
Not knowing
from great distance
you have hugged me
both naked...
like the rays of the sun
shining on my face
warming every chamber
of my heart
I bring to you
my fears, shame and guilt
you listen
then lovingly
impart wise counsel
I am stronger
more self-assured
because you
took the time to listen
I am accepted
and relieved
safe in the bosom
of your compassion
listening to our hearts
beat in harmony
keeping time
with the rhythm
of our words
our lives
Not knowing
from great distance
you have hugged me
both naked...
872 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 6:20am
16th Dec 2013 6:20am
I'LL NEVER
I’ll never be
considered dangerous
though I sail on dangerous seas
I’ll never strike
fear in another
for intimidation
I am not wired
I’ll never make
a good liar
with a transparent
countenance of guilt
am I cursed
or blessed
I’ll never deny
a soul it’s freedom
we were born to soar
else why give us wings
and a limitless sky?
I’ll never choose
violence to express
my frustration, anger
I am no pacifist
possessed I am
with a fierce
desire for justice
yet I am neither an...
considered dangerous
though I sail on dangerous seas
I’ll never strike
fear in another
for intimidation
I am not wired
I’ll never make
a good liar
with a transparent
countenance of guilt
am I cursed
or blessed
I’ll never deny
a soul it’s freedom
we were born to soar
else why give us wings
and a limitless sky?
I’ll never choose
violence to express
my frustration, anger
I am no pacifist
possessed I am
with a fierce
desire for justice
yet I am neither an...
895 reads
15 Comments
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