Submissions by Gurudev
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poems from the tree of life.
Frame Lake Scene
A young duck to its mother swiftly propels.
In its wake sunlight dances in the rippling swells
To the soft fairy music of tinkling bells.
Looking on from a footbridge, I'm caught in the spell.
In its wake sunlight dances in the rippling swells
To the soft fairy music of tinkling bells.
Looking on from a footbridge, I'm caught in the spell.
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Samba Queen
Baby I like your sweat.
I'm like a fish caught in a net.
You fill my heart with hot desires.
I'm sweating too by the heat of your fire.
I'd like to lick and drink your potion
And so merge with you in your personal ocean.
To drink you would be oh so sweet.
To drink you I would kiss your feet.
You sway and pulse to a samba beat
Locks tinted with the color of honey sweet.
Fountains of love splash in her eyes
With the heat and passion of a lover's cries.
She's teasing and playful -- but serious too. ...
I'm like a fish caught in a net.
You fill my heart with hot desires.
I'm sweating too by the heat of your fire.
I'd like to lick and drink your potion
And so merge with you in your personal ocean.
To drink you would be oh so sweet.
To drink you I would kiss your feet.
You sway and pulse to a samba beat
Locks tinted with the color of honey sweet.
Fountains of love splash in her eyes
With the heat and passion of a lover's cries.
She's teasing and playful -- but serious too. ...
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Dream Woman
The soft pad of her ass is so serene
The perfect pillows in a perfect dream.
She lies front down on the bed
Looking back with a turn of her head.
Propped up on her elbows her shoulders rise
Cheek to back of hand and that look in her eyes.
Her eyes glow with a love that beams --
It is there in her smile and is all that it seems.
Over her back and next to her face
Is a sheer chemise with a pattern like lace.
It's the color of cream and it floats on a stream
Over the greatest treasure of my wildest dreams.
...
The perfect pillows in a perfect dream.
She lies front down on the bed
Looking back with a turn of her head.
Propped up on her elbows her shoulders rise
Cheek to back of hand and that look in her eyes.
Her eyes glow with a love that beams --
It is there in her smile and is all that it seems.
Over her back and next to her face
Is a sheer chemise with a pattern like lace.
It's the color of cream and it floats on a stream
Over the greatest treasure of my wildest dreams.
...
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What You Mean
The tendrils of what you mean are delicate –
and only later become strong.
Snap those tendrils and you become mortal –
all broken strings and no song.
Don’t let mortals lead you down a path of half-life.
Soon you’ll fully know their cares and strife.
The cost of their ‘magic feather’ is that you lose more than you gain.
They wrap you up in packages while your lifeblood drains.
The feeling that you try to ignore is your pain.
It’s like saying that you’re dry when you’re caught out in the rain.
Tend to what matters....
and only later become strong.
Snap those tendrils and you become mortal –
all broken strings and no song.
Don’t let mortals lead you down a path of half-life.
Soon you’ll fully know their cares and strife.
The cost of their ‘magic feather’ is that you lose more than you gain.
They wrap you up in packages while your lifeblood drains.
The feeling that you try to ignore is your pain.
It’s like saying that you’re dry when you’re caught out in the rain.
Tend to what matters....
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The Spell
Life is a funny feint brief spell
With overtones of heaven and hell.
It is a fitful dance of doom without sufficient time or room
To think and speak and act or do all that which we aspire to.
They tell us when to stop and turn, what to say and what to learn,
Till we no longer can find our way based on what our feelings convey.
If we could only turn around and see the life that could be found
If we would listen to ourselves, instead of to their words pell mell.
Then we would know a different life
Of clarity instead of strife.
With overtones of heaven and hell.
It is a fitful dance of doom without sufficient time or room
To think and speak and act or do all that which we aspire to.
They tell us when to stop and turn, what to say and what to learn,
Till we no longer can find our way based on what our feelings convey.
If we could only turn around and see the life that could be found
If we would listen to ourselves, instead of to their words pell mell.
Then we would know a different life
Of clarity instead of strife.
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Genie of the Lamp
1021 reads
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In Harmony
Last night I was over at her house and we fucked till dawn.
We clung together as I fucked her long.
It felt like we sang a perfect song
In harmony like the din of a gong.
We loved and loved as we echoed through time
Sharing the secret of a love sublime.
When the morning cock crowed we laughed at the day
And cuddled up waiting for the next round of play.
To hold her like that in the early hours
Is to know that love is the greatest of powers.
We cooed like two doves in a heavenly bower.
We slept like two monarchs on a bed of...
We clung together as I fucked her long.
It felt like we sang a perfect song
In harmony like the din of a gong.
We loved and loved as we echoed through time
Sharing the secret of a love sublime.
When the morning cock crowed we laughed at the day
And cuddled up waiting for the next round of play.
To hold her like that in the early hours
Is to know that love is the greatest of powers.
We cooed like two doves in a heavenly bower.
We slept like two monarchs on a bed of...
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Walk Around Frame Lake -- 2
It’s such a winter day’s delight
To trudge along on a path of white.
I feel the snowflakes touch my face
As to the ground they homeward race.
A woman passing, looks all that
In matching fur trim coat and hat.
A raven now flies overhead
In the soft wintry sky as I onward tread.
Three spruce trees standing by the trail
Are silhouetted by the lake’s white veil.
Two pine trees form a portal gate.
I hasten through so I won’t be late.
A ptarmigan flutters up by the track, ...
To trudge along on a path of white.
I feel the snowflakes touch my face
As to the ground they homeward race.
A woman passing, looks all that
In matching fur trim coat and hat.
A raven now flies overhead
In the soft wintry sky as I onward tread.
Three spruce trees standing by the trail
Are silhouetted by the lake’s white veil.
Two pine trees form a portal gate.
I hasten through so I won’t be late.
A ptarmigan flutters up by the track, ...
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Walk Around Frame Lake
Waves of snow on a frozen lake
Makes me do a double take.
The spruce’s shadow far below
Glows blue against the sunlit snow.
In a breeze beside the lake
Birch bark flaps squeak clack and scrape.
In leeward shadow of a bay
The scene is dipped in blue array.
Now the sun is sinking low
Through the trees its eye does glow.
Dry snow crunches beneath my feet
As I walk to a steady beat.
The sun, low in its orb, does turn
A distant building’s windows burn.
Makes me do a double take.
The spruce’s shadow far below
Glows blue against the sunlit snow.
In a breeze beside the lake
Birch bark flaps squeak clack and scrape.
In leeward shadow of a bay
The scene is dipped in blue array.
Now the sun is sinking low
Through the trees its eye does glow.
Dry snow crunches beneath my feet
As I walk to a steady beat.
The sun, low in its orb, does turn
A distant building’s windows burn.
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She's so Cute
1591 reads
4 Comments
The Bell of Heaven
881 reads
4 Comments
Beauty Exposition
1118 reads
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