Submissions by Grimace (Lee Abeyta)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Love to write about everything and anything. No set style so I just mix it up and have fun with it.
STORY POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2013 12:31pm
22nd Apr 2013 12:31pm
The Pained Poet
Jim...was a convenience store clerk
A twenty-something with honest work.
He wasn't bright or a handsome sight
And often couldn't sleep at night.
And yet, he'd find time to dream.
It would seem, life had nothing in store
For a twenty-something who could do little more,
Than ring up orders for convenience store hoarders
With arm fulls of candy and eating disorders.
And yet, he'd find time to dream.
Jim had a simple routine
That began with a magazine.
He'd circle and snip every interesting quip
And store them in plastic bags with a...
A twenty-something with honest work.
He wasn't bright or a handsome sight
And often couldn't sleep at night.
And yet, he'd find time to dream.
It would seem, life had nothing in store
For a twenty-something who could do little more,
Than ring up orders for convenience store hoarders
With arm fulls of candy and eating disorders.
And yet, he'd find time to dream.
Jim had a simple routine
That began with a magazine.
He'd circle and snip every interesting quip
And store them in plastic bags with a...
674 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
18th Apr 2013 12:07pm
18th Apr 2013 12:07pm
Of Darkened Woods and Dinner Discourse
Dear Edgar,
I do entreat that you should call upon
My humble home among the hemlocks.
Our conversations would be drawn
To common things and passing fancies,
As we watch the evening shadows creep across my lawn.
As I write, I think it fair
To ask if you would bring Virginia here.
My Elinor asks to see of her
Since last we met and watched you disappear
Along that winding, wooded road;
Until the sound of measured steps, we could no longer hear.
Hasten here to New Hampshire
Where Darkened woods break unto
Peaceful pastures lined...
I do entreat that you should call upon
My humble home among the hemlocks.
Our conversations would be drawn
To common things and passing fancies,
As we watch the evening shadows creep across my lawn.
As I write, I think it fair
To ask if you would bring Virginia here.
My Elinor asks to see of her
Since last we met and watched you disappear
Along that winding, wooded road;
Until the sound of measured steps, we could no longer hear.
Hasten here to New Hampshire
Where Darkened woods break unto
Peaceful pastures lined...
554 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2013 5:23am
11th Apr 2013 5:23am
To the Son I Might Never Have
You are neither here nor there.
Gestating in your mother's womb,
like an idea waiting for,
The right mind,
The right time.
A creation of two minds and,
Two bodies that come together.
Two ideas of who you will be.
Of what you will be.
The achievements and failures that,
You
have yet to experience or,
might never get to.
Will you have my eyes?
My features, my love for
You?
Will you be strong, skilled, intelligent?
I wonder if you will,
I wonder if you can,
Be.
I'm afraid.
Afraid of the you who could...
Gestating in your mother's womb,
like an idea waiting for,
The right mind,
The right time.
A creation of two minds and,
Two bodies that come together.
Two ideas of who you will be.
Of what you will be.
The achievements and failures that,
You
have yet to experience or,
might never get to.
Will you have my eyes?
My features, my love for
You?
Will you be strong, skilled, intelligent?
I wonder if you will,
I wonder if you can,
Be.
I'm afraid.
Afraid of the you who could...
713 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2013 6:48am
4th Apr 2013 6:48am
Amid a Crowd
To feel this way is sad indeed,
Amid a crowd and loneliest of all.
Heart torn and left to bleed
To feel this way is sad indeed,
Yet with downcast gaze, I feel freed
No longer love's insipid thrall.
To feel this way is sad indeed,
Amid a crowd and loneliest of all.
Amid a crowd and loneliest of all.
Heart torn and left to bleed
To feel this way is sad indeed,
Yet with downcast gaze, I feel freed
No longer love's insipid thrall.
To feel this way is sad indeed,
Amid a crowd and loneliest of all.
680 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2013 8:59am
22nd Mar 2013 8:59am
Our Troubled Heart
How strange it is, the pains we take
To hide ourselves from those we love
From hidden truths to the promises we break
How strange it is, the pains we take
To keep shallow secrets for our sake
We take the regret and down we shove
How strange it is, the pains we take
To hide ourselves from those we love
To hide ourselves from those we love
From hidden truths to the promises we break
How strange it is, the pains we take
To keep shallow secrets for our sake
We take the regret and down we shove
How strange it is, the pains we take
To hide ourselves from those we love
603 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 9:40am
20th Mar 2013 9:40am
Lust For Life
I long for the feeling of soft, perfumed skin
Pressed against me while I veil the thin guise that is my sin
Moving so slowly as I slide my tense fingertips across it
My hands find gently sloping hills where darkened mounds sit
The bloom of rose petals beckoning my embrace
Hot breath flows over my neck, ears, and face
I close the distance in the dark searching for that chance
Two dying stars hoping for that one last dance
Ragged breath accompanies the touch of trembling lips
The sway of my lovers hips as they rise and dip
The motions quicken...
Pressed against me while I veil the thin guise that is my sin
Moving so slowly as I slide my tense fingertips across it
My hands find gently sloping hills where darkened mounds sit
The bloom of rose petals beckoning my embrace
Hot breath flows over my neck, ears, and face
I close the distance in the dark searching for that chance
Two dying stars hoping for that one last dance
Ragged breath accompanies the touch of trembling lips
The sway of my lovers hips as they rise and dip
The motions quicken...
1019 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2013 3:22am
27th Feb 2013 3:22am
The Mind Wants What the Heart Knows
The mind wants what the heart knows
Seeking impatiently, brazenly lusting
Impatience beckons those entrusting
Hope to fate and life to death
Every single moment, a single breath
Eternity does it look, on tarnished throne of king
The knowledge of heart, the language of Poe
Loneliness, fulfillment in death, hollow does it ring
Understanding the heart is knowing chaos
Whirlwind of emotion, gusting with loss
The tragic feeling of sorrow, the sirens sing
Cold and cutting, ocean wind blows
Lies of the mind, perpetuating untruths, mimicking...
Seeking impatiently, brazenly lusting
Impatience beckons those entrusting
Hope to fate and life to death
Every single moment, a single breath
Eternity does it look, on tarnished throne of king
The knowledge of heart, the language of Poe
Loneliness, fulfillment in death, hollow does it ring
Understanding the heart is knowing chaos
Whirlwind of emotion, gusting with loss
The tragic feeling of sorrow, the sirens sing
Cold and cutting, ocean wind blows
Lies of the mind, perpetuating untruths, mimicking...
1039 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 8:02am
5th Mar 2012 8:02am
I Wonder What The Bird Thinks
I wonder what the bird thinks
Soaring amongst azure skies
The wind of time flowing swiftly
Age old river eroding the banks of history
Instinct-guiding the traveler of the clouds
I wonder what the bird thinks
Eagle eye predator of dreams
The call betrays deaths coming
Scavenging the remains of pride and idiocy
What thoughts flit amongst the avians head
Rhythmic flap of wings
Whistle of wind
A blur of motion
What thoughts betray mans naivety
Thoughts of birds
Thoughts of understanding
Thoughts reveal nothing...
Soaring amongst azure skies
The wind of time flowing swiftly
Age old river eroding the banks of history
Instinct-guiding the traveler of the clouds
I wonder what the bird thinks
Eagle eye predator of dreams
The call betrays deaths coming
Scavenging the remains of pride and idiocy
What thoughts flit amongst the avians head
Rhythmic flap of wings
Whistle of wind
A blur of motion
What thoughts betray mans naivety
Thoughts of birds
Thoughts of understanding
Thoughts reveal nothing...
670 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 7:10am
5th Mar 2012 7:10am
A Life Worth Living
A life worth living isn't filled with accomplishments
It isn't that of a millionaire or trust fund child
A life worth living isn't something bought or traded for
Not something as easy to come by as a beer or cheap cigarettes
A life worth living is something to be treasured
Valued more then diamonds and money
A life worth living isn't easy
It requires trust which is hard to give
A life worth living is one of love
That fairy tale notion that most don't understand
A life worth living is hard to find
Look inside for that self worth
A life worth...
It isn't that of a millionaire or trust fund child
A life worth living isn't something bought or traded for
Not something as easy to come by as a beer or cheap cigarettes
A life worth living is something to be treasured
Valued more then diamonds and money
A life worth living isn't easy
It requires trust which is hard to give
A life worth living is one of love
That fairy tale notion that most don't understand
A life worth living is hard to find
Look inside for that self worth
A life worth...
964 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 11:15am
2nd Mar 2012 11:15am
Procrastination
I dose myself as I lay
The golden cat waves to itself on the nearby shelf
Rhythmic and entrancing it counts the seconds
Wiling away the minutes as I lay
The ceiling lures me in as I walk its many mazes
Through flat plains and stucco knolls
The shadows lengthen, creeping down the walls
A million points of light vanish in an instant
I watch the day go by as I lay
My breathing steady as I wonder away
Day dreaming of better places to be and things to see
Eyes glassy, I stare past the shelf and the cat waving to itself
Far away in another...
The golden cat waves to itself on the nearby shelf
Rhythmic and entrancing it counts the seconds
Wiling away the minutes as I lay
The ceiling lures me in as I walk its many mazes
Through flat plains and stucco knolls
The shadows lengthen, creeping down the walls
A million points of light vanish in an instant
I watch the day go by as I lay
My breathing steady as I wonder away
Day dreaming of better places to be and things to see
Eyes glassy, I stare past the shelf and the cat waving to itself
Far away in another...
802 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 11:10am
2nd Mar 2012 11:10am
Desire Does Dutifully Drip
Desire does dutifully drip
Pouring purposely, preferring pleasure
Ingrained inconspicuously it impowers
Heart, head, hope wholly
Entrancing eloquently every engenderment
Of optimism overpowered overtly
Sexual satisfaction, selective sins
Desire drags dark demons
Betrayal beckoned by beguilement
To tenderly topple together
Lives looking, lusting lovers
Wasted while wanting what
Others offered openly overjoyed
Straying solemnly, standing singularly
Peering, planning, pondering, praying
Winding walkways, wind whipped...
Pouring purposely, preferring pleasure
Ingrained inconspicuously it impowers
Heart, head, hope wholly
Entrancing eloquently every engenderment
Of optimism overpowered overtly
Sexual satisfaction, selective sins
Desire drags dark demons
Betrayal beckoned by beguilement
To tenderly topple together
Lives looking, lusting lovers
Wasted while wanting what
Others offered openly overjoyed
Straying solemnly, standing singularly
Peering, planning, pondering, praying
Winding walkways, wind whipped...
#sensual
638 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 9:17am
29th Feb 2012 9:17am
Blue Jeans
Blue jeans, faded jeans, torn jeans, and dirty jeans
These seams tell too many stories of past glories
Autumn adventures, spring dances and summer romances
All these memories of youth in its prime worn by time
Summer nights spent by the creek listening to frogs speak
Catching firelies and staring at brilliant night skies
Worn jeans, torn jeans, left hanging on tree boughs while the river flows
The moments shared between lovers and friends by river bends
Road trips through empty plains and dense forests in morning rains
The winding road takes us...
These seams tell too many stories of past glories
Autumn adventures, spring dances and summer romances
All these memories of youth in its prime worn by time
Summer nights spent by the creek listening to frogs speak
Catching firelies and staring at brilliant night skies
Worn jeans, torn jeans, left hanging on tree boughs while the river flows
The moments shared between lovers and friends by river bends
Road trips through empty plains and dense forests in morning rains
The winding road takes us...
1016 reads
4 Comments
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