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)
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jul 2019 4:00pm
12th Jul 2019 4:00pm
In Dry Arroyo’s Scrub and Desert Night – Sonnet Seventy-One
In dry arroyo’s scrub and desert night,
That oceans kiss in blanket glowing fog.
The streams of raucous, high-speed gunning light,
The blurt and gush of LALA’s glut and clog.
You Angel Queen, you princess donned in hope,
Discovery by agent, not by cops,
In coffee shop and bar, not off-road slope,
Arroyo’s starlet cast as lifeless prop.
Oh sing! you Angel made, you glamoured train,
That pulled the night like Vegas’ girl raging.
That never slept but woke in crusty stains,
The measure of success in crust's gauging.
How...
That oceans kiss in blanket glowing fog.
The streams of raucous, high-speed gunning light,
The blurt and gush of LALA’s glut and clog.
You Angel Queen, you princess donned in hope,
Discovery by agent, not by cops,
In coffee shop and bar, not off-road slope,
Arroyo’s starlet cast as lifeless prop.
Oh sing! you Angel made, you glamoured train,
That pulled the night like Vegas’ girl raging.
That never slept but woke in crusty stains,
The measure of success in crust's gauging.
How...
#betrayal
#violence
#death #sonnet
#death #sonnet
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2019 4:27pm
11th Jul 2019 4:27pm
The Pinkish Lick that Moves in Clefts Austere – Sonnet Seventy
The pinkish lick that moves in clefts austere,
And wakens cock to stretch its neck erect,
To raise its head, in open mouth appear,
That tongue that flicks the space where gift collects.
The morning’s rise that daily brings to life
The spread that soon reveals the valley whole.
Will bring the morning cock compelling’s rife
With instinct tipping mouth’s expel extol.
As slightest slit is graced with honey's hint,
The cock, in call that heaven waits to catch
Exclaims what nature thrills in cries emit,
And in its spread,...
And wakens cock to stretch its neck erect,
To raise its head, in open mouth appear,
That tongue that flicks the space where gift collects.
The morning’s rise that daily brings to life
The spread that soon reveals the valley whole.
Will bring the morning cock compelling’s rife
With instinct tipping mouth’s expel extol.
As slightest slit is graced with honey's hint,
The cock, in call that heaven waits to catch
Exclaims what nature thrills in cries emit,
And in its spread,...
#sun
#morning
#sonnet
449 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jul 2019 10:44pm
10th Jul 2019 10:44pm
Let Warming Pink Embrace the Morning’s Rise - Sonnet Sixty-Nine
Let warming pink embrace the morning’s rise,
Encircle valley’s wash at mouth’s concourse,
That spreads the flowered meadow gates’ comprise,
Steadfastly in our wakened blush' enforce.
The valley’s rise in rills of tawny air
Like lightest touch of lover’s breath escape,
The ever-coming breeze of life aware
That morning harder finds in valley’s gape.
A pink that grows to deeper purple vale,
That rising’s heat in rising hope reveals,
The deeper purple lost in day’s prevails,
That harder pink the deeper vale...
Encircle valley’s wash at mouth’s concourse,
That spreads the flowered meadow gates’ comprise,
Steadfastly in our wakened blush' enforce.
The valley’s rise in rills of tawny air
Like lightest touch of lover’s breath escape,
The ever-coming breeze of life aware
That morning harder finds in valley’s gape.
A pink that grows to deeper purple vale,
That rising’s heat in rising hope reveals,
The deeper purple lost in day’s prevails,
That harder pink the deeper vale...
#sex
#morning
#sonnet
730 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2019 6:07am
9th Jul 2019 6:07am
What Silence Frames the Words of Time's Resolve – Sonnet Sixty-Eight
What silence frames the words of time's resolve
That stays the awkward thoughts of youth's remiss.
A light that shows in rose of years' absolve
The serpents of our mind’s deepest abyss.
The torturous inclines that left us bare,
Exposed, before we gained our life’s restraints.
Before the masks and covers, our despair
Obscured the view of loves we longed acquaint.
With lack of any hope of those we held
In high opinion, lofty height's review.
The hopes we cloaked in humored thoughts excelled,
The lines of laughter...
That stays the awkward thoughts of youth's remiss.
A light that shows in rose of years' absolve
The serpents of our mind’s deepest abyss.
The torturous inclines that left us bare,
Exposed, before we gained our life’s restraints.
Before the masks and covers, our despair
Obscured the view of loves we longed acquaint.
With lack of any hope of those we held
In high opinion, lofty height's review.
The hopes we cloaked in humored thoughts excelled,
The lines of laughter...
#regret
#sonnet
384 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Jul 2019 3:58pm
7th Jul 2019 3:58pm
When Once Upon a Time Once Held a Truth – Sonnet Sixty-Seven
When once upon a time once held a truth,
Where fairy stories killed the evil swains,
And shining knights took dragons’ heads, for sooth!
Where has-been kings don’t make us hate great again.
How many times must we stand by the boots
That march to subjugate the gypsy ranks?
Where only “good” from whitey, whitey roots,
Are worth spare change from whitey, whitey banks.
Republica, Republica, God sheds
Our lesser and their lessers blood for thee.
And let them rot, the camps in deserts spread
The...
Where fairy stories killed the evil swains,
And shining knights took dragons’ heads, for sooth!
Where has-been kings don’t make us hate great again.
How many times must we stand by the boots
That march to subjugate the gypsy ranks?
Where only “good” from whitey, whitey roots,
Are worth spare change from whitey, whitey banks.
Republica, Republica, God sheds
Our lesser and their lessers blood for thee.
And let them rot, the camps in deserts spread
The...
#anger
#hate
#politics
#sonnet
#rebellion
362 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Jul 2019 3:12pm
7th Jul 2019 3:12pm
To Clarify the Stations of the Night – Sonnet Sixty-Six
To clarify the stations of the night,
That speak in verbs, in quasi silver stars.
Where eagles seek in aeries’ craggy heights
The place sequestered from their bloodied bars.
The midnight fields that glow to blue, not black.
For black pursued will surely only find
That blue will level six into the back.
In black, the darker midnight blood defines.
How callous we, who now conserve the plots
Where eagles never soar and shine in black.
Their statues’ stand in shrouds for dead white blots
Who never stood to nature’s truth...
That speak in verbs, in quasi silver stars.
Where eagles seek in aeries’ craggy heights
The place sequestered from their bloodied bars.
The midnight fields that glow to blue, not black.
For black pursued will surely only find
That blue will level six into the back.
In black, the darker midnight blood defines.
How callous we, who now conserve the plots
Where eagles never soar and shine in black.
Their statues’ stand in shrouds for dead white blots
Who never stood to nature’s truth...
#hate
#politics
#death
#sonnet
#rebellion
337 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jul 2019 9:43pm
5th Jul 2019 9:43pm
The Gentle Swish and Tickle of her Bangs – Sonnet Sixty-Five
#sex
#sonnet
441 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2019 2:52pm
4th Jul 2019 2:52pm
As Creatures, We Do Not Amount to Much – Sonnet Sixty-Four
As creatures, we do not amount to much.
All others seem better equipped to be
The things they are without questioning such,
While we prevaricate with full conceit.
Oh, poets we, what stupid silly things,
We dance around the fates and facts with words
That we ridiculously tout and sling,
In hopes, confuse and yet are clearly heard.
We could just write a letter, clearly state
The premise that to those we would convey
Our deepest thoughts’ and deepest loves’ relate,
But then again what pleasure that purvey?
So, no!...
All others seem better equipped to be
The things they are without questioning such,
While we prevaricate with full conceit.
Oh, poets we, what stupid silly things,
We dance around the fates and facts with words
That we ridiculously tout and sling,
In hopes, confuse and yet are clearly heard.
We could just write a letter, clearly state
The premise that to those we would convey
Our deepest thoughts’ and deepest loves’ relate,
But then again what pleasure that purvey?
So, no!...
#funny
#sonnet
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
401 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jul 2019 1:57pm
4th Jul 2019 1:57pm
In Curls of Suspect Breaths and Mandarins – Sonnet Sixty-Three
#sonnet
#addiction
#dirty #sexy
#dirty #sexy
457 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2019 11:46pm
3rd Jul 2019 11:46pm
I Lived High Summer on Those Chaparrals – Sonnet Sixty-One
I lived high summer on those chaparrals,
With country music, beer, and leather work.
In downing sun of coy-otes’ casting spells
Of life less lived, the concrete stall berserks.
In Joshuas and prairie sage consoles,
Of hoofs that slowly pick their mountain sides,
The dust and scrub in lonely fence patrols,
Where purpose and my lonely God reside.
How far and near that other self still haunts,
That peopled place I never knew as home,
That land of stolen dreams and nonchalance,
That bled my soul to exile desert roam.
I...
With country music, beer, and leather work.
In downing sun of coy-otes’ casting spells
Of life less lived, the concrete stall berserks.
In Joshuas and prairie sage consoles,
Of hoofs that slowly pick their mountain sides,
The dust and scrub in lonely fence patrols,
Where purpose and my lonely God reside.
How far and near that other self still haunts,
That peopled place I never knew as home,
That land of stolen dreams and nonchalance,
That bled my soul to exile desert roam.
I...
#loneliness
#spiritual
#sonnet #desert
#sonnet #desert
417 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2019 6:26pm
3rd Jul 2019 6:26pm
That Bring to Knees in Wash of Love Divine – Sonnet Sixty-Two
In midst of orchard salvos’ ardent schemes,
Of apples boiled in peaches’ nectars flood,
That mind the tart of florid apples’ cream
With peaches’ sweet and welling amber blood.
How swift and hard, the apples find their mark,
How swifter still the peaches’ raise their heat.
As apples drive, in wave on wave embark,
Its peaches’ burst, that brings apples’ defeat.
For who could long resist the wash of juice
That splitting peaches send from molten flesh,
Their hard advances soon advance reduce
To apples’ send of...
Of apples boiled in peaches’ nectars flood,
That mind the tart of florid apples’ cream
With peaches’ sweet and welling amber blood.
How swift and hard, the apples find their mark,
How swifter still the peaches’ raise their heat.
As apples drive, in wave on wave embark,
Its peaches’ burst, that brings apples’ defeat.
For who could long resist the wash of juice
That splitting peaches send from molten flesh,
Their hard advances soon advance reduce
To apples’ send of...
#sex
#food
#sonnet #metaphor
#sonnet #metaphor
494 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2019 3:35pm
2nd Jul 2019 3:35pm
While barbed wire sings “In The Sweet By and By” – Sonnet Sixty
Considering the dangers of the mind,
The paths that every neuron’s spark resists,
How roses smell, like burning diesel blinds,
And water tastes like casualty lists.
I have to laugh at fries and Big Mac’s range,
Like Quick Assualts’ STS systems drop,
Both land to kill in hospitals’ exchange,
As arteries and AK’s pop, pop, pop.
I love that newsprint lined my birdies’ cage,
‘Cause now it’s our brains catching used news’ shit.
In Fox’s and in CNNs outrage,
A gas attack to help the sheep forget.
It’s Reich or wrong, that...
The paths that every neuron’s spark resists,
How roses smell, like burning diesel blinds,
And water tastes like casualty lists.
I have to laugh at fries and Big Mac’s range,
Like Quick Assualts’ STS systems drop,
Both land to kill in hospitals’ exchange,
As arteries and AK’s pop, pop, pop.
I love that newsprint lined my birdies’ cage,
‘Cause now it’s our brains catching used news’ shit.
In Fox’s and in CNNs outrage,
A gas attack to help the sheep forget.
It’s Reich or wrong, that...
#hate
#politics
#war
#religion
#sonnet
439 reads
2 Comments
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