Submissions by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
los ojos no ven el pasado, pero van a revelarlo (the eyes don't see the past, but they will reveal it)
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Apr 2020 1:34am
8th Apr 2020 1:34am
That’s Just the Way It’s Meant to Be
(Quatern)
That’s just the way it’s meant to be,
Like subtle flanks of gentle slopes,
That twist in curves its filigree,
Awaiting poet’s coming lopes.
Like smooth barked birch on twin hills stands,
That’s just the way it’s meant to be,
That begs the touch of graceful hands
To bring to bear its majesty.
A meadow opens easily
To show its gentle coursing brook,
That's just the way it’s meant to be
Those gentle banks that shield the crook.
The mountain splits the valley rills,
And drives its spire between...
That’s just the way it’s meant to be,
Like subtle flanks of gentle slopes,
That twist in curves its filigree,
Awaiting poet’s coming lopes.
Like smooth barked birch on twin hills stands,
That’s just the way it’s meant to be,
That begs the touch of graceful hands
To bring to bear its majesty.
A meadow opens easily
To show its gentle coursing brook,
That's just the way it’s meant to be
Those gentle banks that shield the crook.
The mountain splits the valley rills,
And drives its spire between...
#sex
#spring
#nature #NaPoWriMo2020
#nature #NaPoWriMo2020
531 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Apr 2020 00:59am
7th Apr 2020 00:59am
Those Friends and I Who Cradled Night
(Quatern)
Those friends and I who cradled night
When lust and music called us out,
To squandered youth and arcane light,
Our chronic ashes scattered now.
I wonder what they’d think of me,
Those friends and I who cradled night.
The one who pledged inconstantly,
The one whose love could not requite.
My demons never share insight,
Just tolerate to cause me shame.
Those friends and I who cradled night
Rejoiced in every broken game.
Our time now spent, our hour gone,
Old men and women seek respite, ...
Those friends and I who cradled night
When lust and music called us out,
To squandered youth and arcane light,
Our chronic ashes scattered now.
I wonder what they’d think of me,
Those friends and I who cradled night.
The one who pledged inconstantly,
The one whose love could not requite.
My demons never share insight,
Just tolerate to cause me shame.
Those friends and I who cradled night
Rejoiced in every broken game.
Our time now spent, our hour gone,
Old men and women seek respite, ...
#regret
#memories
#aging #NaPoWriMo2020
#aging #NaPoWriMo2020
461 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2020 2:33am
6th Apr 2020 2:33am
To Let my Dark Consume ‘til New Light Comes
(Sestina)
Just close it out and sit in lonely dark,
No world, no talk, just me alone and still.
To let my dark consume ‘til new light comes
That rises from my soul ‘til all reveal:
New Mexico in desert sunset rain,
The passing semi’s flash that points to you,
My compass, Like the ancient stars, to you.
Like sailors have on oceans’ roiling dark,
Pursued the shining North through typhoon rain,
Through hurricane and doldrums’ haunting still.
‘Til finally that shining port reveal,
That ever end, where final landing comes. ...
Just close it out and sit in lonely dark,
No world, no talk, just me alone and still.
To let my dark consume ‘til new light comes
That rises from my soul ‘til all reveal:
New Mexico in desert sunset rain,
The passing semi’s flash that points to you,
My compass, Like the ancient stars, to you.
Like sailors have on oceans’ roiling dark,
Pursued the shining North through typhoon rain,
Through hurricane and doldrums’ haunting still.
‘Til finally that shining port reveal,
That ever end, where final landing comes. ...
#erotic
#lover
#LongDistanceRelationship #NaPoWriMo2020
#LongDistanceRelationship #NaPoWriMo2020
495 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2020 12:47pm
4th Apr 2020 12:47pm
In Praise of “People’s Faces”
(Catena Rondo)
It’s rare commercials flatten me
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
Still singin’ words of calm aware
It’s rare commercials flatten me
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
In spills of frigid white that fade
Our age that, rage to beige, persuades,
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
In spills of frigid white that fade,
“With heads bent down and hackles up,”
Her grace erases, interrupts
In spills of frigid white that fade.
“With heads bent down and hackles up” ...
It’s rare commercials flatten me
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
Still singin’ words of calm aware
It’s rare commercials flatten me
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
In spills of frigid white that fade
Our age that, rage to beige, persuades,
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
In spills of frigid white that fade,
“With heads bent down and hackles up,”
Her grace erases, interrupts
In spills of frigid white that fade.
“With heads bent down and hackles up” ...
#hope
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2020
393 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Apr 2020 12:44pm
4th Apr 2020 12:44pm
T-Rump and the Thunder-Quills of Doom
(sonnet)
If black wolves ate black hearts exclusively,
We’d set them free to feed upon this night
And send black souls to black eternity,
To paint the streets in blood to their delight.
For evil men conspire to evil acts,
And leave the least of us to evil fate.
So, send the wolves and level their attacks,
To end those souls whose love is only hate.
No evil now, but sheer incompetence,
That leads us on to ill-considered ends.
And history will judge their consequence
With stains that even...
If black wolves ate black hearts exclusively,
We’d set them free to feed upon this night
And send black souls to black eternity,
To paint the streets in blood to their delight.
For evil men conspire to evil acts,
And leave the least of us to evil fate.
So, send the wolves and level their attacks,
To end those souls whose love is only hate.
No evil now, but sheer incompetence,
That leads us on to ill-considered ends.
And history will judge their consequence
With stains that even...
#corruption
#evil
#MentalHealth #NaPoWriMo2020
#MentalHealth #NaPoWriMo2020
516 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 12:06pm
2nd Apr 2020 12:06pm
Hawks that Cut the Summer Sky to Night
(Catena Rondo)
The hawks that cut the summer Sky to Night
In rakes of claws and tease of subtle flesh
That leave our spills in pearls of Moon’s refresh
The hawks that cut the summer Sky to Night.
In rakes of claws and tease of subtle flesh
That drive to gain the space of cloven home
Those tastes of metal fruit and chloride chrome
In rakes of claws and tease of subtle flesh.
That drive to gain the space of cloven home
The thrust that seeks to sound the churning deep
The catch that echoes sounds of moans...
The hawks that cut the summer Sky to Night
In rakes of claws and tease of subtle flesh
That leave our spills in pearls of Moon’s refresh
The hawks that cut the summer Sky to Night.
In rakes of claws and tease of subtle flesh
That drive to gain the space of cloven home
Those tastes of metal fruit and chloride chrome
In rakes of claws and tease of subtle flesh.
That drive to gain the space of cloven home
The thrust that seeks to sound the churning deep
The catch that echoes sounds of moans...
#relationships
#sex
#erotic
690 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Apr 2020 3:41pm
1st Apr 2020 3:41pm
Ghosts That Wear the Dust of Shattered Stars
We ghosts that wear the dust of shattered stars,
That shield the rising dawn in cobweb’s silk.
Refuse to live our single day’s become,
But rather fear, regret, its coming loss.
How quick we are to fill our lives with things,
How quick the loss of things becomes our fear.
Those things that take the form of demon gods,
Those things that steal the joys our day would spend.
The naked sun should warm our naked flesh,
The running water sooth our fevered wants,
To close our minds to all the has not been,
To linger in this single...
That shield the rising dawn in cobweb’s silk.
Refuse to live our single day’s become,
But rather fear, regret, its coming loss.
How quick we are to fill our lives with things,
How quick the loss of things becomes our fear.
Those things that take the form of demon gods,
Those things that steal the joys our day would spend.
The naked sun should warm our naked flesh,
The running water sooth our fevered wants,
To close our minds to all the has not been,
To linger in this single...
#regret
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
593 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Mar 2020 1:10pm
6th Mar 2020 1:10pm
The Words, as Soft as Broken Skyline Teeth
The words, as soft as broken skyline teeth,
Their blood red dawn, a night of lighter hues:
A gutter piss reflecting dark beneath
The streetlight sheen of sanguine sun’s confuse.
Consider, if you will, the bitter rite
That cuts with haggard steel the heart’s expose,
Retreats in dripping steps from hungry sight
And leaves with starving want the night’s repose.
How blindly fought, the poet’s crave of dawn,
“If only Day will blind the Night and bring
To end this ravings’ peace, this rantings’ spawn!”
But clearer light shows...
Their blood red dawn, a night of lighter hues:
A gutter piss reflecting dark beneath
The streetlight sheen of sanguine sun’s confuse.
Consider, if you will, the bitter rite
That cuts with haggard steel the heart’s expose,
Retreats in dripping steps from hungry sight
And leaves with starving want the night’s repose.
How blindly fought, the poet’s crave of dawn,
“If only Day will blind the Night and bring
To end this ravings’ peace, this rantings’ spawn!”
But clearer light shows...
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
451 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2020 2:17pm
27th Feb 2020 2:17pm
Samhain
(pronounced “sow-een”)
Can wayward love e’er know the fail of time,
In levels of a night of Death’s cold smiles -
The witches’ brew of ravens’ blood and rhyme?
In palest blizzard waste of nightmares’ twine,
In fire light’s catch of ancient pitch and bile,
Can wayward love e’er know the fail of time?
Like curve of claws from poet’s words refined,
The phases, like the pleas of sirens’ rile,
The witches’ brew of ravens’ blood and rhyme.
So silently betrayed in “Samhain’s” ‘cline,
The horns that beg her last night's...
Can wayward love e’er know the fail of time,
In levels of a night of Death’s cold smiles -
The witches’ brew of ravens’ blood and rhyme?
In palest blizzard waste of nightmares’ twine,
In fire light’s catch of ancient pitch and bile,
Can wayward love e’er know the fail of time?
Like curve of claws from poet’s words refined,
The phases, like the pleas of sirens’ rile,
The witches’ brew of ravens’ blood and rhyme.
So silently betrayed in “Samhain’s” ‘cline,
The horns that beg her last night's...
#love
#death
#winter
#pagan
#magic
477 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Feb 2020 8:55pm
18th Feb 2020 8:55pm
Equine Skulls Like Cantilevered Death
Those equine skulls like cantilevered death
With barren eyes that once beheld the crown.
This periwinkle flesh that bleeds like self,
Like dawn’s disgrace, like virgin bedsheet stains.
The ghastly mile-stone teeth that mark the way,
Those equine skulls of cantilevered death.
That show like graves and hold in captive words
The poet’s hidden scrolls of love, of want.
The moons that once gave rise to silvered breasts,
To pale caressing hands of carnal fate,
Those equine skulls like cantilevered death,
That spilled their...
With barren eyes that once beheld the crown.
This periwinkle flesh that bleeds like self,
Like dawn’s disgrace, like virgin bedsheet stains.
The ghastly mile-stone teeth that mark the way,
Those equine skulls of cantilevered death.
That show like graves and hold in captive words
The poet’s hidden scrolls of love, of want.
The moons that once gave rise to silvered breasts,
To pale caressing hands of carnal fate,
Those equine skulls like cantilevered death,
That spilled their...
#dark
492 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2020 3:39pm
13th Feb 2020 3:39pm
Flame on Fingertips
(a pantoum)
Bring lighting flame on fingertips,
Rake valley’s cleft with arcane fire,
With dampened shades in ruffled lips
Storm cloud night, rainbow blue desire.
Rake valley’s cleft with arcane fire
Suspend in life a death of words
Storm cloud night, rainbow blue desire,
Murder Crow escapes in sheep-less herds.
Suspend in life a death of words
That frame the dirge of angels’ flight,
Murder crow escapes in sheep-less herds,
Grey moons of sacred, bleeding night.
That frame, the dirge of angel’s flight, ...
Bring lighting flame on fingertips,
Rake valley’s cleft with arcane fire,
With dampened shades in ruffled lips
Storm cloud night, rainbow blue desire.
Rake valley’s cleft with arcane fire
Suspend in life a death of words
Storm cloud night, rainbow blue desire,
Murder Crow escapes in sheep-less herds.
Suspend in life a death of words
That frame the dirge of angels’ flight,
Murder crow escapes in sheep-less herds,
Grey moons of sacred, bleeding night.
That frame, the dirge of angel’s flight, ...
#dark
#nightmares
612 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2020 1:59pm
3rd Jan 2020 1:59pm
new beginnings - senryu renga
dawn stains window
poet's floor crumpled papers
new beginnings
sink drips
fude poised to strike ink drips
new beginnings
brush for senryu
fingers trace a better mark
new beginnings
sheets twist in stains
she turns over cock stirring
new beginnings
rice paper skin soaked
sun rise cock's delighted cry
new beginnings
poet's floor crumpled papers
new beginnings
sink drips
fude poised to strike ink drips
new beginnings
brush for senryu
fingers trace a better mark
new beginnings
sheets twist in stains
she turns over cock stirring
new beginnings
rice paper skin soaked
sun rise cock's delighted cry
new beginnings
#haiku
#funny
#senryu
530 reads
2 Comments
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